when the darkness finally swallowed him, was he calm and content or was he sweating in a struggle to keep breathing, ripping apart the sheets that dressed his bed, crying out loud for someone to help him and collapsing on his back all pale and dead?
▌bea:
anna bo!<3
▌Rebecca:
underbara bilder!
▌Fanny:
bara lllllllllllllllove dina bilder
▌M E G A P I X L A R / marcus:
spännande bilder.
▌Isabelle Ljungblom:
Alltså, jag har sagt det förr och jag säger det igen. Du är grym!
▌elna:
sjukt snyggt olof!
