Throttle my throat (by bitte bitte)

as if this is real

Jackie Oh!

im up like anarrow

oh! EEK

we’ll lead ‘em to the bedroom floor 
we’ll lead ‘em in the dead of morning

Oh what have I gone and done done done done?

A pretty heart on my guiness and a slice of mouldy bread.

Better get ready,

better not choke…

Harlem shakes - Niagra Falls.

I met a American young hipster who grew up in France in the “hip noodle bar” queue last night. He had a twelve year olds moustache and a magazine cover girlfriend.

bang bang (by rikrich)

tried tired pairs of eyes and broken bitten nails

phots by ods

and words by I

Je t’aime the valley, oh!

”twas the first day I met you, I think. Then followed light and strife and unicorns and narwhals fighting over breadcrumb trails.