Indian Summer

there's something about red indians.
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Calm me and let me taste the salt you breathed while you were underneath,

really looking forward to Brand New.

(This is the end.)
This story's old but it goes on and on until we disappear,
(This is the calm.)
Calm me and let me taste the salt you breathed while you were underneath,
(We are the risen.)
I am the one who haunts your dreams of mountains sunk below the sea,
(After the storm.)
I spoke the words but never gave a thought to what they all could mean,
(Rest in the sea.)
I know that this is what you want, a funeral keeps both of us apart.
(Washed up on the beach.)
You know that you are not alone, I need you like water in my lungs.

Where The Wild Things Are

My friend Alex got me all excited about 'Where The Wild Things Are' and now I struggle to get it out my head, it just makes my thoughts flourish. Here are some bits I've gathered since then.

I'm inspired by Rousseau's state of nature and just looking at these makes me want to become a wilderness recluse.

They make me want to go exploring

Above, Movie poster, and unknown image

below unknown

Above both Ryan Mcginley

Below Tim Walker close up

My name is Pearl, and I love you the best way I know how

There's just something about Natasha Khan that makes me want to play Peter Pan and the lost boys, she's utterly captivating. We saw Bat for lashes a few sundays ago and she totally exceeded everything I hoped, she was so endearing and childlike, absolute best friend material.

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Glittering Blackness

Yesterday morning I caught a glimpse of the late sunrise in my windmirror it was like the sky was on fire. There's something about Derek Henderson's photographs with soft lighting and focus that seemed so perfect for these dark days right now, they're so fragile it's beautiful.








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