Tina Sosna: Little reds on the paths and a lingering wilderness on our tongue
nnnnikt: 03.2017
Aboutlight_: Sabrina
Esben Bøg: untitled
Tina Sosna: I could make it all feel far away
zeissizm: fragments of "Comet"
Tina Sosna: Don't go far
日 子: 131
ephebic bears: my only star
kevin laminto: lights out
fraser_west: Cyclops
Tina Sosna: The warmth of snow
Tina Sosna: Slowly but surely you see little pieces of summer in the most melancholy winter