Finalgirl

An unlit Djarum Black between the lips of the hottest goth you’ve ever seen.

Smoldering incense in a crypt filled with doll heads.

Spring greenery revealed by melting snow. Herbs, grass, and dandelions with a whisper of cigarette ash. Outdoorsy and tenderly familiar.

A smoky herbal apparition that appears on a rocky coastline in the blue hour of dusk. Primordial, cold, and aloof.

An image of a forest reflected off of the titanium chassis of a cyborg