she taught me, people die twice: first is when their physical presence is no longer felt, second is when their memory tends to slip away....

of my tormented life, and my dreams clouded like the vale of the shadows; i will forever and ever remain a refugee of the wind. i will...

&&. pleated skirts and glossy tints // braided hairs and nylon strings // under the velvet clouds and winter breeze //rolling cassettes;...

liquified sunsets // bohemian beats // tightrope love && december breeze "𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒚, 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔...