Hi, I'm a creep.
You're just like an angel,
Your skin makes me cry.
I wish I was special
You're so fuckin' special.

Then and now

cartel:

The worst part about being there for everybody is that no one ever bothers to ask if you’re okay or not

steroge:

David Evans, Le saut à la corde, 1950
via

Bolshoi’s The Nutcracker