Memory comes when memory's old

I'm laying down, eating snow

My fur is hot, my tongue is cold

On a bed of spider web

I think of how change myself

A lot of hope in a one man tent

There's no room for innocence

Take me home before the storm

Velvet moths will keep us warm

Fever Ray "Keep the streets empty for me"

Ideas: Emma Photography

Style: Emma Photography 

Photo: Emma Photography & Lena Lazhnevska

Model: Greg Reshetylo

Little ghost

Little ghost, so innocent and carefree

They would never stop hunting you

Little voice, life got the best of me

And in time that's what awaits you too 

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