EVY JANE

•QUEEN MAB•
evy jane by evan will mason
“she is the fairies’ midwife, and she comes in shape no bigger than an agate stone on the forefinger of an alderman, drawn with a team of little atomi athwart men’s noses as they lie asleep.”

•QUEEN MAB•
evy jane by evan will mason
“she is the fairies’ midwife, and she comes in shape no bigger than an agate stone on the forefinger of an alderman, drawn with a team of little atomi athwart men’s noses as they lie asleep.”

boboeyes:

Family day at Home Depot somebody please buy me one of these tubs or u know we could buy it togeter and start a timeshare I’m flexible I just need a big tub for bath parties

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boboeyes:

Family day at Home Depot somebody please buy me one of these tubs or u know we could buy it togeter and start a timeshare I’m flexible I just need a big tub for bath parties

we gots a demo in dis here mix. Thankyou Ryannnn

We did this. It was fun! thankyou Ninjaaaaa. xx

We did this. It was fun! thankyou Ninjaaaaa. xx

Evy Jane on inspiration, emotions and couture in Tail Magazine.

8PRN bootleg

Thankyou Boomkat. . beginings

Thankyou Boomkat. . beginings

how sweet of Fact Mag to think of Evy Jane for their top 100

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Lyrics to “Sayso”

there was something in the things you gave me
i was losing all my self control
i could see that i was acting crazy
saw my body move from so afar

i could be the one who wants to save me
baby then what would i save me for
did you know that it is only human
did you know that i’m a dirty whore

didn’t i tell you didn’t i tell you didn’t i tell you
not to be so kind to me
didn’t i tell you didn’t i tell you didn’t i tell you
not to be so kind

when you call me i will turn away, dear
when you want me i will shut the door
taste deception on my skin and
it is stronger than you bargained for

years of sweat sink into stained old pillows
i can’t wave my hands to fan away
all the dark of smoke - in chains it billows,
watch it mingle with the milky way

didn’t i tell you didn’t i tell you didn’t i tell you
not to be so kind to me
didn’t i tell you didn’t i tell you didn’t i tell you
not to be so kind

i tell lies, disguise scratched thighs, moans and sighs, dried flowers crushing melodies my last goodbyes
i tell lies, disguise scratched thighs, moans and sighs, dried flowers crushing melodies my last goodbyes

didn’t i tell you didn’t i tell you didn’t i tell you
didn’t i tell you didn’t i tell you didn’t i tell you
oh
didn’t i tell you didn’t i tell you didn’t i tell you
not to be so kind to me
didn’t i tell you didn’t i tell you didn’t i tell you
not to be so kind