footloose

summer is counted in empty bottles, midnight songs and troubled minds. tonight from the harbour that is my bed I'm adding hopes of my f...

I'm bad

..at blogging (being absent, using old pictures) BUT I'm back. and I changed the comment settings a little just to upset people. you can...

one word:

one word: being perfect is not my intention. and really, to me life is too short to care about being judged. people always will and I was ne...

we move like cagey tigers

I'm losing my head in the summer heat. as a result of falling asleep in the nocturnal park, my body is covered in stitches. as a result ...

sweet disposition

time flies and we're holding on to bottles of beer with chipped finger nails, watching photographic exhibitions, stealing bottles of mus...