darlingvalentine asked: Your work is fantastic! I would love to shoot with you sometime
Thank you :) maybe we will have the chance sometime.
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish it’s source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.
Model- Beatrice Bones
Death is a release from the impressions of the senses, and from desires that make us their puppets, and from the vagaries of the mind, and from the hard service of the flesh.