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(Источник: eugeniash из блога my-augustine)
(Источник: samanta-g)
Flowers for my pack, the most supportive full of love gang of misfits, rebels and bravest fighters. I grew these in my little White room in Chelsea at the Desmond tutu centre. I took this photo in the light of the morning sun on my way to pattis studio. I drank too much gin today, that always makes me too close in contact with solitude and contemplations of death, today in the healthiest form of contemplation and yearning. Patti played me a new song about a friend who passed away and it reminded me of two wonderful young men I’ve known who I wish could be Alive. Life is so precious, wether you are hurt. Lonely, drunk, numb, bullied, out of money or love, hold on for the next big adventure, it’s always waiting for you round some corner you can’t see or believe exists just yet.. Waiting for you to be brave, dust yourself off, straighten up and fly right, I didn’t mean to raise alarms, life is flourishing this last week. Thankyou NYC and www pack always in my heart, now ill shut up!! sweet dreams n beautiful nightmares. Yours x pw
After too many years, I just started drawing and painting again, waking me up to the details of life. Promised myself to study one thing a day.
so i start drawing again too.
the happiest day of my life!
russian wolfpack xx
(I’m in the front row, second from right)
