i'm sorry boy that we sinned,

by Rachel Lynch in


Dressing up to the rhythm of your soul, making love to the sounds of a storm. Thunder love and spilled salt on the table. Table salt. A mistress, an agent, getting in trouble again, all for nothing. Black nails, bleached hair and a promise. The spirit never stops fighting. Try and separate a girl from her soul, you'll only strengthen her and lose your own.

suit by chromat 

photos by kiara jade