Dirty, stained, withered, broken things seem beautiful to me.
I have no imagination about holidays, vacations, or retiring life. I can't imagine about those things.
I have my own judge in me....and he`s always judging me.
Clothing doesn’t lie, it shows everything.
Just listen to the material. What is it going to say? Just wait. Probably the material will tell you something.
I'm going to create a very strong scent which can kill a boy!