Tuesday, 7 July 2009

Melody Overdose

Over the last twenty-four hours I have developed an insatiable thirst for Regina Spektor. Oh baby drink it up. If I do not listen to her, I shall pop. Like a powder-blue, cloud-shaped balloon.

♥blue lips ,the call , laughing with , us , ghost of corporate future

"no one's laughing at god on the day they realise the last sight they'll ever see is a pair of hateful eyes / but god can be funny at a cocktail party when listening to a good god-themed joke "

How real. How beautifully true.
" you'd think the world was ending right now... maybe you should kiss someone nicer, lick a rock or both? maybe you should cut your own hair cos that can be so funny! it doesn't cost any money and it always grows back - hair grows back even after you are dead! " oh regina :D

Sunday, 5 July 2009

A smooth grey pebble

bounces off the ocean spray. i love you. sometimes those are the only words to say. there are many different types of love. but the core meaning is the same: you make my life that little bit more worth living.
Conceal me in your draw-string bag,

all lily skin, iced heart and plaid.