Everly Borgfelde Whore ❤️

About Leipzig

I’m an animation artist, yeah, so I’m picturin her—long legs, smoky eyes, hair flowin like some dark galaxy. She’s dancin in my head, all slow-mo, while Earth’s gettin fucked by Melancholia, that big-ass planet. “This is the end,” she’d whisper, like in the movie, all calm but screamin inside. Whoa. I’d animate her with ink splashes, red lips bleedin into black voids—fuckin poetic, right?

Site Cities

I gotta warn ya, sometimes I can be super neurotic – not my fault! Like, the noise from the trams on Bahnhofstraße, man – it's relentless. And yes, sometimes my thoughts scatter: "I love this city, but why, oh why, can't I get a quiet moment?" Nvr mind, it's all part of the charm.