the chimes sing when wind blows, the mouse clicks when we press the button, the wave dances when beautiful day comes, that is why we are thankful everyday. the beauty souls spread out all over the land, the land of destruction and corrupt. all the beauty souls should really be ready to purify the darkness surround them.
 one two three memories keep on repeating like clock needles doing endless laps of twelve hours. how good my memory is? i remember the days when i can't remember a thing in the morning after a fun night, first time it happened i was scared to death, seemed like i just need to be aware of what i put into me. 
here today is another black post, black and white tint makes it beautiful
collar - oasap // top - thrifted // heels - jeffrey campbell // shorts - dotti