suddenly i stop but i know it's too late
i'm lost in a forest
all alone
the girl was never there
it's always the same
i'm running towards nothing
again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again
i want to hide in my closet i want to be lost in the dark i want to hear footsteps coming nearer i want to stop breathing so noone will ever find me again i want to hide in my closet i want to get lost in the dark i refuse to step back to reality i never want to come back again i want to dissapear in my closet i want to get lost in the dark.
orginal Chloé studded ankle boots
fake 109 euro
resons for NOT buying them:
1. already spend all my f-cking money on shit (thights,make up,concert tickets),so i have to ask my parents for money
2. Primarkstore opening in a week
3. I should spend my money on shoes that will save me from snow
resons for buying them:
1. they are the most beautiful thing i've seen for a while
2.they will make me happy
HELP
edit: I BOUGHT THEM
(es gibt viel zu sagen aber ich nehme mir das recht hier nicht.ich kannte daul kim nicht persönlich.ich nehme mal stark an,keiner hier.sie war nunmal ein model,man kannte sie nur von bildern.spekulationen finde ich unmöglich,die fakten wird jeder kennen. ich will hiermit meine betroffenheit über ihren tod zeigen und anteilnahme.auf eine gewisse art und weise.)
a long long long time ago there was a boy and a girl,the boy told the girl about oak, she spend hours in front of her laptop dreaming of wearing every single piece oak sold.then she discoverd complex geometries. a love story began
these pictures are about a year old and i still wish i could own this..breathtaking thing.
Memory comes when memory's old I am never the first to know Following the stream up North Where do people like us float There is room in my lap For bruises, asses, handclaps I will never disappear For forever, I'll be here Whispering Morning, keep the streets empty for me Morning, keep the streets empty for me I'm laying down, eating snow My fur is hot, my tongue is cold On a bed of spider web I think of how to change myself A lot of hope in a one man tent There's no room for innocence Take me home before the storm Velvet moths will keep us warm Whispering Morning, keep the streets empty for me Uncover our heads and reveal our souls We were hungry before we were born.