Sunday, April 3, 2011

Raemon, destroyer of crossing gate arms


Just Like Heaven - The Cure.

Sneak peek from another one of his 2am photoshoots

Today marks seven months since we first made........................................eye contact. Together, we make messes. Really, we are physiologically incorrect together. We're bad luck. We're unfortunate. We break things. Things never work out the way they should. But I cannot help but adore everything about us.

It's still strange to me. Finding someone who is on the other side of the spectrum compared to me, but finding that things are better when we're together.

ARCHIVE, FUCKERS (for Ace-like purposes)