GRASS IS WHERE I CHILL WITH MY FELLOW BANGERS
GRASS IS WHERE I GET AWAY FROM THE CROWDS TO CALL MY B.F.F WHO COULDNT AFFORD TO COME
GRASS IS MY OUTSIDE, AWAY FROM THE SWEATY DANCERS, PLEASE PISS OFF AND LEAVE ME TO COOL DOWN
GRASS IS MY CHANCE TO BE AN INDIVIDUAL. TO BE NOTICED. TO BE ME.
<3 GRASS. MY ESCAPE FROM THE CONCRETE JUNGLE.(all photos by neonsleep as per.)

1 comment:
yes!!! finally i made it onto this blog...that hand pointing at gemmas meat is totes mine
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