this is a scrapebook into the mental landscape of a place i don't even understand. words manifest themselves as images and pictures force themselves into the molds of letters.
+ - + - + - + - + - + - + madam mixtape mayhem would like you to get up and dance. the vain and the bored are waiting.
credits are usually left on posts unless by me or found/saved on my computer. credits are on reblogs or a direct link on picture. please leave ALL credits on. thanks, loves.
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