just a document of my insanity x_x
and my undying love for RYUICHI SAKUMA.
„Light switch, light switch, light switch - there you are!“
The lights on the ceiling, lamps disguised as chandeliers, came to life. Soft yellow light filled the room, shimmering on the surfaces of leather couches and glass TV-tables, on the slick covers of music magazines
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