White cigarettes under black skies.


What attracts me is something broken. I never comb my hair. When people look too beautiful, it's too easy. If you are perfect, there is no great achievement. I know I'm dressed wrong if the businessman turns his head. But I like to think that after an hour of sitting next to me on the train, he'd look. I'd have grown on him. One can dress like a tramp and have a little chanel bag, and look so chic. I love the idea of that. K, bye.
L.D

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