Such small spaces for wild hearts, the weekend boils. Born to a time when the quiet ended. New York has always been a place for souls like me. I am electric, alive. I walk the streets and feel music through my bones. Every aspect of this place makes me feel alive. And when I am apart from her, I can feel her street lights from the bottom of the ocean.
She is wild, she is home.
xx
slime green coat by dolls kill
wicker lover romper by dolls kill
star bra by dolls kill
photos by jen senn