Posts Tagged ‘Rehab’
When desert nightfall comes, the mood changes. The sky dims and shadows overrun the landscape. All creatures with breath and a heartbeat shudder in fear or excitement, as they hear an unabated howl. She is ready. It is time for Sam’s Pizza’s Indian food.
Moustache Man said I never smile in my photos, so I hammed it up for him. If he had to choose between me smelling like ham or trash he said he’d much prefer ham.
credits: rehab empty placket shirt, vpl turtle skirt, wacoal bra, premiata pumps