BUDAPEST AUGUST 2012 --- COLLECTION : A ROAD INTO TRANSGRESSION

this means nothing to you.




FUCK YOU


GET OUT

GET AWAY.

GO AWAY FROM HERE. YOU ARE NOT WELCOME.

YOURE NEVER WELCOME.


FUCK YOU








my memories mean everything to me. to see them again, what theyve become, and the ones ive lost, this is the source of my pain..

i can barely remember this moment, but when i see it again, after all ive gone through since then, the pain comes back as if i had done something wrong in that moment. whats wrong