and all my words, however true
might sing you to a thousandth june
and no one ever know that you
were beauty for an afternoon
(Source: noenespanol, via commanderspock)
wannabe writer
imaginary photographer
real life thinker
ask me anything
or i steal them from somewhere else
and all my words, however true
might sing you to a thousandth june
and no one ever know that you
were beauty for an afternoon
(Source: noenespanol, via commanderspock)
ELLE Ukraine, September Issue