run run there's a bullet in your back.

the parents had come to the city of strangers and they brought fairy lights and tea that smelled of oranges and almonds and homemade candy ...

you can get used to a certain kind of sadness

these days can be hard times for dreamers. sometimes it is as if reality wants to prove it is still there so it hits you hard. they say...

where gravity is lost

the days got lost in a place where there was no time. there was just bird, letter, glance and the moment to light a new cigarette. life had ...

I walk into the room dripping in gold.

shutting down the outdoors by the wink of an eye. discovering sweetness. and oh, let's make love on facebook?

modern times

moon lovers, I decided to create a facebook page for this blog so that I wouldn't get so confused with all the people on my personal acc...

orion's eyes

whatever you do, don't stand still. pause, but don't stop. don't aim for perfection, aim for magic. have some tea. look through ...

the killing moon

lovely things you receive in your inbox past midnight: the very sweet and talented vanessa jackman and her trusted nikon snapped me during p...

somewhere

the moon had an energy for those past days that would flood her mind and make her thinking restless with white ivory tattoos, feather dreams...

year of meteors

I made my way back through the time machine. on the other side there was heavy mascara on discoball eyes, lamb softness, full moonlight roof...

dangerous angels

of all the books I've read, francesca lia block's will always have a special place on my shelf- literally: my room in paris is not f...