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Put thou my tears into thy bottle: are they not in thy book? When I cry unto thee, then shall mine enemies turn back: this I know; for God is for me. Psalm 56:8-9

Put thou my tears into thy bottle: are they not in thy book? When I cry unto thee, then shall mine enemies turn back: this I know; for God is for me. Psalm 56:8-9

art direction | mascara still life,  Molly Cranna

art direction | mascara still life, Molly Cranna

La Piscine - Inspirationen Herbst/Winter Kollektion 2015 | http://de.passionata.com

La Piscine - Inspirationen Herbst/Winter Kollektion 2015 | http://de.passionata.com

door Julien Palast

door Julien Palast

BLUE• Troye Sivan

BLUE• Troye Sivan

Fruit by Patrik Roos

Fruit by Patrik Roos

Fanfan.Rose

Fanfan.Rose

Rochas Trunkshow Look 17 on Moda Operandi

Rochas Trunkshow Look 17 on Moda Operandi

Céline S/S 2017  via @voguerunway

Céline S/S 2017 via @voguerunway

"What do you love?" I cough, rub my tired eyes with my calloused hands, and lean my back against the bed frame. "I love the smell of coffee in the morning. Hell, I love coffee all the time period." I drum my fingers on my knee caps and meet his eyes. The boy with eyes that hold all the stories and all the secrets. These eyes are prying into mine, begging me to fully give in to his question. What do I love? And I, the girl who shut everyone out when she died, finally let the words out. s.g

"What do you love?" I cough, rub my tired eyes with my calloused hands, and lean my back against the bed frame. "I love the smell of coffee in the morning. Hell, I love coffee all the time period." I drum my fingers on my knee caps and meet his eyes. The boy with eyes that hold all the stories and all the secrets. These eyes are prying into mine, begging me to fully give in to his question. What do I love? And I, the girl who shut everyone out when she died, finally let the words out. s.g