Where are we going?
To heaven.
No but i mean, to eat?
Heaven always feeds your brain.
Winter's been knocking on heaven's doors for a while now. Hear the frost and see the shimmer of a white palace, an iceland rollercoster.
Leaves me vibing -
Menswear as coats, trashwhores as boots, velvet as colours, leather as solids, flags as scarfs, beats as lifestyle and irish coffees as saviors.
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