Tekniskt fel pågår.
På grund av att en server kraschat är det vissa problem att ladda upp bilder.
Flera äldre bilder har även försvunnit till följd av detta, vilket vi beklagar.
Vi arbetar för att få igång det så snart som möjligt.
You are the worm in my absinthe. I died and you were born.
No sleeping pills, no old tattoos can save me now...
Sometimes it feels it would be better for us all, if I ceased to exist or was never born at all. Sometimes it feels it would be easier to fall, than to flutter in the air with these wings so weak and
My mouth was a crib and it was growing lies I didn't know what love was on that day