9/26/12
DANCE WITH ME BUT DON'T MESS WITH ME.
Keeping secrets can be so mentally exhausting SPECIALLY if they're as sweet as the one I'm holding right now.
I promise I'll drop the bomb as soon as my dreams come true in a couple of days. I promise.
For now I'll just leave you to this magic 8 am Amsterdam moment I had last monday.
"...swans are like the models from birdworld"
I will never get over this city. Never.
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AMSTERDAMN,
INSPO,
streetwalker,
uhu that's me
9/17/12
9/16/12
FEELINGS, I NEVER MET YOU; FEELINGS, I NEVER EVEN SAW YOU.
"What a shame I had to write a song like that. I'm not making fun of the man...I do not believe, the conditions, that produced, a situation, that demanded, a song like that."
"I wish I never lived this long."
Mobile Uploads & Screenshots.
COINCIDENCE MAKES SENSE ONLY WITH YOU.
#1 by Iris Grootson.
#2 and #3 by Daan Liu.
State of emergency
Is where I want to be
All of the above, facebook-found pictures which I wish I had not found on facebook, you get what I mean?
A photo album can tell a story so clearly, and some stories are just not thrilling enough.
These pictures could stand on their own anywhere and tell impossible stories which I'd still believe; just like those make-up ad campaigns...they're unreal, but I still want to believe in them.
And this song is just...the beginning of Bjork and I. A lot of beautiful things began with this song.
9/15/12
TELL ME, HOW DID I DIE?
Having a moment with these 3 right now.
Last week someone TWEETED me about how she had been hush-hushed about my death in dreams while walking a tiger.
Last night I dreamt of dancing to an amazing song which probably does not even exist. But 'Keep You' gets quite close to what I felt.
9/5/12
WILL I ALWAYS BE HERE.
In your room
Where time stands still
Or moves at your will................
Our favourite darkness
Your favourite half-light
Your favourite half-light
Our favourite consciousness
Your favourite slave
Your favourite slave
Will I carry on? Will it matter when I'm gone?
9/4/12
CUT-THROATY.
THE REAL IS ON THE RISE
I have new jeans and I want to live in them for the next three weeks.
Last party I attended was like walking into hell's sweaty techno gates.
I wish I had the guts to get that same tattoo and less people around me having a word about my appearance.
I'm blogging from the balcony and the geese are fighting. Sometimes they sound like hookers being killed down the street. Which is of course a sound I've never heard before.
Labels:
FYI,
uhu that's me
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