Annieodair Gallery
spiritualnotreligious
turpentine oil
blonderbatch
marie deteneuille
indus valley
annieodair:My skin has turned to porcelain, to ivory, to steel.
annieodair: High in the halls of the kings who are goneJenny would dance with her ghostsThe ones she
annieodaire:You put your arms around meAnd I believe that it’s easier for you to let me goYou put yo
annieodairss:I didn’t know how much I needed this in my life until now…Well there go my ovaries.&nda
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