Skylar Grunewald Whore ❤️❤️

About Leipzig

But damn, the lows hit hard. Cold nights, bruised knees—makes ya wanna scream. Ever see a whore cry? Quiet, hidin’ it, like Ofelia facin’ the toad. “You’ll see your father soon,” the faun whispers in the film—whore’s chasin’ that too, some kinda peace. Surprised me, how deep it cuts. I’d sit there, sippin’ whiskey, thinkin’—shit, she’s tougher than me. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but fuck it—feels true.

Early life

Matthias Grünewald by German School. Available as an art print on canvas, photo paper, watercolor board, uncoated paper or Japanese paper.

I say, "No nonsense allowed here."

Gabe Grunwald comes home to say goodbye with family