In this picture, I no longer have a bow in my hair.

Sometimes all it takes is a bow in the hair and you have the perfect look!

Just hug her tight and never let go because you will lose her forever!

This music is almost sacral…

I love innocence. I always had a kind of innocent eroticism in me, like a nymph. I am full of contradictions. I'm a mixture of an angel and a slut, shy, hiding, but also a bit of an exhibitionist. But I'm not good with money, it always slips through my fingers because other people take it. It would be nice if I could figure out how to make money and keep it. It would be good if I were no longer drifting with the tide, if I were not a river without a bed, without any purpose or support.

Bailey Jay

My room

One more photo

A fuckin' selfie

At some point, I can't remember when, I was at a concert of The Toy Dolls, I don't remember how the hell I got there, the point is I figured I'd go up to the front near the stage. I wish I hadn't! There was so much shoving and rough dancing up front that I thought I was going to die! Beer cans and bottles were flying everywhere, one of them even hit me. I was thin and weak, and I was always afraid that if I fell I would be crushed and taken away by the ambulance or the big black hearse. My shoes fell off, both of them. I didn't dare bend down to pick them up, because I'd fall and the big black thing would come. So, after the concert, in the company of a few friends from that time, I rode home on the metro without shoes. The passengers looked a bit strange, they saw a torn, battered girl with no shoes on, in the company of punks with strange haircuts… I wonder what they were thinking?

Toy Dolls

I dream myself, a girl's dreams As I run in the rain, my hair drenched blown by the wind, and flowers grow there Where I step, among the grey stones of the city

The discarded mirrors, which they show a broken, distorted face but surrounded by daffodils and roses The dream face that the mirror does not see

which is evoked by her own internal memories From beyond the grave, which is so beautiful that the mirrors are broken by this beauty Because of her invisibility

I'll post another one of these. There are about 30, next time I won't do so many.

Another one of yesterday's pictures

Eternity is real now, in this moment, if it were not, there would be no Eternity. We just can't realize it because we are locked in time. Oh, I wish I knew how to get rid of time!

I want one of those!!!!

Call it Spring light pink high heeled sandals🤍

Your existence is precious