Tina Sosna:
My kind of light
alexandrabochkareva:
Winter Bird
Tina Sosna:
Dear, Roses - Part One
Tina Sosna:
Light plays where people rest
Tina Sosna:
A light in all this warm darkness
Tina Sosna:
Entering places we don't know yet
Tina Sosna:
You wither and no one notices.
Em Bernatzky:
old shoes
betulvargun:
there for you
Tina Sosna:
The First Snow
My . December:
"In the morning they'll hurt like cigarette burns"
Tina Sosna:
cherry blossom girl
alexandrabochkareva:
I find shelter in this way
Sofia Podestà:
Braies