Out on the wiley, windy moors...
We'd roll and fall in green.
You had a temper, like my jealousy...
Too hot. Too greedy.
How could you leave me, when I needed to possess you?
I hated you.
I loved you too.
[Photos from GQ Autumn/Winter 07/08 by David Slijper, via foto decadent.]
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Bad dreams in the night
You told me I was going to lose the fight,
Leave behind my wuthering, wuthering
Wuthering Heights.
<3
I'm so cold
let me in your window
These pix are *sooo* not Western Australia at the moment. Thanks (not!)
Lest we forget how fashion-forward Emo and horses can be.
HEATHCLIFF!!
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