June 2012
86 posts
“Fantasy is silver and scarlet, indigo and azure, obsidian veined with gold and...”
– George R.R. Martin. (via samflynn)
Having not listened to music in a long while (I chose to listen to the beauty of the night silence) it’s so beautiful.
Not the shit on the radio.. the kind of music you have to be alone, and let it affect you in the most intimate way.
I know perhaps too many say that “wow, this band really speaks to me, and only me”, but what’s wrong with a little personal emotional...
Shelf!
I want to make a little shelf above my bed to display shit on. And I will get a Björk vinyl to display too hehe. :)
It’s weird that I used to not like little useless things like stationary and picture frames, but now that I see the emotional connectivity of trinkets and things that actually reflect my personal taste, well… why the hell not?
I’m sad that I’m unable to...
Turtle Shell
Come out of your shell, you said.
You’re special, and you should show the world, you said.
I’ve no obligation.
I’m neither bird nor turtle.
But you insist I have a shell and well, that’s swell.
I speak softly and sometimes I wish others would too.
If you play with my hair until I fall asleep I will probably fall in love with you.
