dying spring flowers, scars and an omage to nan goldin

person: scarred and still here
plant: a modest comfort

kod večernjih lampi mi ćemo se kradom pogledat k'o stranci, bez imalo svijesti koliko nas vežu... neki stari lanci

person: wishing for bigger tits
plant: sunken in the flashy night lights

all i wanna do is show my tits to the world. honestly. don't judge me!

person: oh, person, who cares about the person any more, it's tits that count...
plant: (ab)used ones

long walks, sunsets and hidden places just call for tits to be revealed

person: the master of secrets
plant: random ones, in the sea of more random plants

oh the distance... the distance that is imposed to us...

person: snow fairy
plant: turtleish