Layers for the mood i’m not explaining today. Graphic heart loud against all this quiet luxury, skin peeking like it’s daring the cold. Mirrors multiplying me × infinity, but i’m only looking at one version tonight the one that doesn’t blink first.
Layers for the mood i’m not explaining today. Graphic heart loud against all this quiet luxury, skin peeking like it’s daring the cold. Mirrors multiplying me × infinity, but i’m only looking at one version tonight the one that doesn’t blink first.
Wearing my heart on this faded gray tee, letting the old tunes hum through the wires. Lips pursed like I know a secret the city doesn’t. Winter feels softer when you dress like you’re starring in your own quiet film.