halls

these halls feel empty without your warmth

the blood pulses through each corridor endlessly everyday forever and ever until the soul gives up. in out round round round up down

these radiators just whine and the paint cracks off slowly, curling and falling, showing the rust hidden beneath the skin. the ceilings sink downwards as the heart slows it's beating and the rhythm is lost forever. the windows grow dim and the light stops beaming through to the core like it used to

what's the point anymore? why doesn't the blood just stop and give up now

there is no point anymore, just stop this madness before i lose my mind completely

red brick heart

it was too cold in leeds to even move, but we made it there and found these red brick walls covered in dirt and grime.

starbucks was too beautiful and toasty when we escaped into it's warmth.

i would say more, but right now i'm pretty speechless and my mouth is too empty of words. maybe another time.

model: sophie condren

make up: fiona hepper

crystal white tear drops

we decided to treck to manchester in this crazy weather (keeping it in mind that we live in the moors and hills of the world). i forgot to charge my battery though, so this is all you get

we both got dresses and heels for our christmas party, i'm all excited now

outside is beautiful and covered - it's much more snowy now. the buses have stopped running and the taxi ranks have given in. it has stopped snowing now though. and the snow is laying peacefully under the yellow street lights just waiting to be broken into with a little pair of wellies or a struggling tyre