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I am a General Film Photographer
Sasha Cresdee
15/Female/United Kingdom
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Last Visit: 4 hours ago
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You take very beautiful pictures that have soft warm memories. And your light leaks help to create that sort of nostalgic feel.
-- You are a radio. You are an open door. I am a faulty string of blue Christmas lights. You swim through frequencies. You let that stranger in. As I'm blinking off and on. And off again.
Oh, of course! For anyone whom loves disposable cameras.
-- You are a radio. You are an open door. I am a faulty string of blue Christmas lights. You swim through frequencies. You let that stranger in. As I'm blinking off and on. And off again.
i hate everyone
Fear
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danço, sim.
Thank you very much for the watch.
You take very beautiful pictures that have soft warm memories. And your light leaks help to create that sort of nostalgic feel.
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You are a radio. You are an open door.
I am a faulty string of blue Christmas lights.
You swim through frequencies. You let that stranger in.
As I'm blinking off and on. And off again.
--
You are a radio. You are an open door.
I am a faulty string of blue Christmas lights.
You swim through frequencies. You let that stranger in.
As I'm blinking off and on. And off again.
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a fragment from a supernova.
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