“On him, under him, with his mouth pressed to hers, he sang to her uncouth songs that moved through her body.”- Jean Genet (Our Lady of the Flowers)
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A girl / 20 / Czech wasteland. Things I fancy: art, design, books & kerosene lamps, tapes, trains, old movies, cities in dust, Pre-Raphaelites, transcendentalism, transgender, postcards from NYC, art squats in Berlin, The Bloomsbury Group, goth stars, constellations, Northern lands.
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