Leaving….
Promising the moon and the stars would be to easy, if I would make you a promise I would promise to be with you in the dark nights when the moon does not shine and if one day you decide to count the stars I promise you we will count them together
Mother Tongue by Bring Me The Horizon
© Zhong Lin | Moncler
Perfect Magazine n°2
She lies
She fears
Not sure why
I should go away
No me di cuenta de lo sola que estaba hasta que me quedé despierta una noche pensando en cosas que no debería y no le podía decir a nadie porque no tenía a nadie a quien hablarle.
Is was long wait…
Almost got into madness…
Came alive from the hole…
Frency again…
Drunk in love
KwangHo Shin
“I bury myself in the woods, but find it necessary to emerge again,”— Mary Shelley, from “Letters Written During a Short Residence in Sweden, Norway, and Denmark,” (1796)
Death directs the bullet - Hans Larwin





