WHERE ARE ALL THE FREAKING GOOD BOOTS?
Gone Daddy Gone
I know I'm not allowed to be excited yet, or that I should even spend my time thinking about this, but I am. Hell I'm basically living on your time anyway.
My Boss
"You can't start a fire without a spark."
I'm well aware this is not rocket science but if he's the one saying it I may just listen.
Panic Prevention
Why, oh why oh why do I love lads and skinheads and punks and studs and so on? Like studded things, not 'studs'. Maybe I want to be diehard. I'll draw the line at the beaming white lad sneakers though, it's ok.
Heavy
Some photographs just seem to have too many possible stories for my mind to even comprehend, and yet I still try to.
I'm not a messy morbid girl by any measure but maybe just a curious one.
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