see me me me me me in the picture. take it down. moving across the planet is taking precedent. hence, something small to wet your buds.
music by tune-yards.
run from the cure
see me me me me me in the picture. take it down. moving across the planet is taking precedent. hence, something small to wet your buds.
music by tune-yards.
logic only gives man what he needs... magic gives him what he wants
when it fits, it fits. another inspired by the magic of the past, jean paul gualtier never cease to inspire with his interpretations of shape and substance, this time crafting deities of nature and modern mystics, south american gypsies, shape-shifters, weavers of a million stories traveling to the dark rift and back.
images via style.com
every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back
inspired by traditional finnish folk stories and songs of her childhood, sanna annukka weaves modern tales of myth and magic...
we will never stop
what a treat! two of my favorite ladies rocking out together... lykki li and el perro del mar.
if a thing loves, it is infinite
"to see the world in a grain of sand, and to see heaven in a wild flower, hold infinity in the palm of your hands, and eternity in an hour." -william blake
when i close my eyes
when i close my eyes,
i still see white,
all colors become one,
all sounds a buzzing tone,
information overload,
the modern age plight,
sleepless days and nights,
long flights and bleary sights,
a stop in rome and then back home,
days pass by like road signs,
its scary how scary unplugging is,
traveling where mobile service isn't,
although a respite much needed,
i almost lose my bearing,
if it weren't for home, my upbringing,
tuning me back in sync,
reminding me how to live coherently,
fixing my rhythm with the surroundings,
think pine trees and mountain breeze,
sunrises to humble me,
blinding, they help me see,
to hear, to taste, to feel,
like its the first time,
every time,
born in the doorway,
washing away ignorance regularly,
just rinse and repeat,
no need for surreality,
when the real one fulfills every fantasy.
i still see white,
all colors become one,
all sounds a buzzing tone,
information overload,
the modern age plight,
sleepless days and nights,
long flights and bleary sights,
a stop in rome and then back home,
days pass by like road signs,
its scary how scary unplugging is,
traveling where mobile service isn't,
although a respite much needed,
i almost lose my bearing,
if it weren't for home, my upbringing,
tuning me back in sync,
reminding me how to live coherently,
fixing my rhythm with the surroundings,
think pine trees and mountain breeze,
sunrises to humble me,
blinding, they help me see,
to hear, to taste, to feel,
like its the first time,
every time,
born in the doorway,
washing away ignorance regularly,
just rinse and repeat,
no need for surreality,
when the real one fulfills every fantasy.
illustration by allyson grey.
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