One of my favorite songs of all time might be I Can Feel A Hot One by Manchester Orchestra. It gets me every time, gets me so terribly sad. It’s a very beautiful love song about someone who has died. The blood was dry, it was sober The feeling of audible cracks And I could …
And we are not friends. I can’t do it, I am sorry. I am not love. (S: “We Are Not Friends”)
Summer in the city, I’m so lonely lonely lonely I’ve been hallucinating you, babe, at the backs of other women And I tap on their shoulder and they turn around smiling But there’s no recognition in their eyes Regina Spektor: Summer in the City
I’ve been obsessing over this song a lot. I’ve been photographing parts of my body a lot. ..& I’ve been trying to fix things Now all your love is wasted? Then who the hell was I? Now I’m breaking at the breeches And at the end of all your lines Bon Iver: Skinny Love
We went on a really nice walk by the river yesterday, after going to the park. We also drank beer next to the train tracks. We also threw a lot of sticks to chagra the dog. And I took a few pictures. This one is nice. Staring into the intersection, she thinks that she …
Memories of Scandinavia; summer 2008. It was a really grey day, and we were about to embark on a journey to Paris.. Ci sono cose che pesano, pesano, pesano Ci sono cose che schiacciano Oh no, cresco eppure m’abbasso, chilometri in giù, chilometri più giù Colpiscono un cuore di piombo Verdena: 17 Tir nel Cortile
I wrote a somewhat photography-related post earlier, and instead of cross-posting I thought I would just link to it here. Yesterday, on my walk, in-between almost getting run over by a tram and seeing a suicidal man on top of the cathedral, I took pictures of buildings. and birds. most of them are actually very …
This is for people who made make me believe in love. I wait and I count to the last breath we take What we made doesn’t make sense. What’s a wolf without a pack? Open your chest and take the heart from it. What’s bad, we’ll fix it. What’s wrong, we’ll make it alright, alright …
Let’s stay awake and listen to the dark Before the birds, before they all wake up Emiliana Torrini: Birds
These clouds we’re seeing Their explosions in the sky It seems it’s written But we can’t read between the line.. ..Soulmates never die Placebo: Sleeping with Ghosts