Life is an art form, and sometimes it sucks like a modern painting no one likes. xxxmidnightsunx@yahoo.com
Surprise.
Sloth.
Vanity.
Gluttony.
Self portrait assignment.
(via papertissue)
It’s December so we dare not get out of bed. The covers are draped over us, the only cloth protecting our awkward bodies from the cold.
worldpatriot:
Morning Rose.
voristrip:
photoshop, tu última esperanza(nuestra)
Myself included