by Rachel Lynch in

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Babygirl, trust me, you're gonna wanna be high for this. Look me in the eyes, you don't wanna be alone. Blame it on the night, blame it on this place. Just don't blame it on me. Open up your mind. The clocks don't work, you don't have to check the time. And if they don't let you in, you know where to find me.

photos by Marcin Tomaszczyk

makeup and hair by Jacquelyn Hastings 

clothing by Akira