francisaberanthy:“The streets at dusk open themselves to me, like the bodies of lovers whose s

francisaberanthy:“The streets at dusk open themselves to me, like the bodies of lovers whose s
francisaberanthy:“The streets at dusk open themselves to me, like the bodies of lovers whose s
francisaberanthy:“The streets at dusk open themselves to me, like the bodies of lovers whose s
francisaberanthy:“The streets at dusk open themselves to me, like the bodies of lovers whose s
francisaberanthy:“The streets at dusk open themselves to me, like the bodies of lovers whose s
francisaberanthy:“The streets at dusk open themselves to me, like the bodies of lovers whose s
francisaberanthy:“The streets at dusk open themselves to me, like the bodies of lovers whose s
francisaberanthy:“The streets at dusk open themselves to me, like the bodies of lovers whose s
francisaberanthy:“The streets at dusk open themselves to me, like the bodies of lovers whose s

francisaberanthy:“The streets at dusk open themselves to me, like the bodies of lovers whose scars tell a story so solitary it can only be shared without words.”(archive moodboard for @molluscprelude) -- source link


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