jett bruise


guillotine gang aesthetics

Aimeé - the smell of old books, tea, the sound of the woods at night, road trips, a foggy saturday afternoon in autumn

Teresa - colour stains on clothing and skin, fresh paint, the sunrise, the feeling of quickly shuffling cards in your hands, rain in spring

Sara - movie nights, video games soundtracks, laughing too loud, scraping a knee while climbing, long hikes, cloud gazing

Melissa - silent walks through the woods, the wholesomeness of fresh snow, freckled skin in winter, an old beloved sweater, soft music playing in the background of an old coffee shop

Natalie - city lights at night, record shops/vinyl collections , ironic bumper stickers, small tattoos, post-it notes, smoking weed with the gang

Jett - bruised knuckles, the smell of fire, the feeling of a strong baseline in your chest, the sky shortly before a thunderstorm, hidden smiles

He was standing amongst the police when the water wall had fallen. When nicely dressed students started to emerge,bloody and bruised Jett didn’t know what to do. He’d come from home as soon as he’ heard. He didn’t know how to help, but when he spotted someone limping he made his way forward and tucked his small body under their arm. “Are you okay?” He had to do something, right?