Pioneers

If it can be broke then it can be fixed, if it can be fused then it can be split
It's all under control
If it can be lost then it can be won, if it can be touched then it can be turned
All you need is time

We promised the world we'd tame it, what were we hoping for?

A sense of purpose and a sense of skill, a sense of function but a disregard
We will not be the first, we won't
You said you were going to conquer new frontiers,
Go stick your bloody head in the jaws of the beast

We promised the world, we'd tame it, what were we hoping for?

Breath in, breath out

So here we are reinventing the wheel
I'm shaking hands with a hurricane
It's a colour that I can't describe,
It's a language I can't understand
Ambition, tearing out the heart of you
Carving lines into you
Dripping down the sides of you

We will not be the last.

Im not original...

I repost editorials and song lyrics that I like. But its what I feel like. Even for the briefest moment, it means something to me.

Amongst this I occasionally write something truthful or heartfelt, something I actually thought of or felt myself without the influence of the music I love or the images that inspire me.

But that is rare.

I guess no matter what happens my demons are buried far to deep to ever show their true face..

All I can hope for is that one day the will be so suppressed that they will never show their face again.

Fingers crossed hey?

I think of something and for some reason I decide to share my thoughts with cyberspace?

Break the spell...

Love the caption on this new i-D editorial.

"This is no ordinary apple, this is a magical wishing apple.

A magic wishing apple?

Yes. One bite and all your dreams will come true"

Un-Converted

Dont like Chanel Iman. Her arrogance annoys me.

But she photographs well. Really liking this editorial.

Stupid bitch.

Still...

I belong nowhere.

I am alone in the universe.

Nothing is going to change my world.

Fashion meets Fiction.

Agent Provocateur create their own line of comic book superheroes.

I like comic books.

It reminds me of the Seth Cohen and his Atomic County Series.

Blue Light

You'll find it hiding in shadows
You'll find it hiding in cupboards
It will walk you home safe every night
It will help you remember

If that's way it is then that's the way it is


I still feel you and the taste of cigarettes
What could I ever run to
Just tell me it's tearing you apart
Just tell me you cannot sleep

If that's way it is then that's the way it is

And you didn't even notice when the sky turned blue
And you couldn't tell the difference between me and you
And I nearly didn't notice, the gentlest feeling

Not an addict

reathe it in and breathe it out
And pass it on, it's almost out
We're so creative, so much more
We're high above but on the floor

It's not a habit, it's cool, I feel alive
If you don't have it you're on the other side

The deeper you stick it in your vein
The deeper the thoughts, there's no more pain
I'm in heaven, I'm a god
I'm everywhere, I feel so hot

It's not a habit, it's cool, I feel alive
If you don't have it you're on the other side
I'm not an addict (maybe that's a lie)

It's over now, I'm cold, alone
I'm just a person on my own
Nothing means a thing to me
(Nothing means a thing to me)

It's not a habit, it's cool, I feel alive
If you don't have it you're on the other side
I'm not an addict (maybe that's a lie)

Free me, leave me
Watch me as I'm going down
Free me, see me
Look at me, I'm falling and I'm falling.

It is not a habit, it is cool I feel alive I feel...
It is not a habit, it is cool I feel alive

It's not a habit, it's cool, I feel alive
If you don't have it you're on the other side
I'm not an addict (maybe that's a lie)
I'm not an addict...

Think I should slow down on all the Fiona Apple and Tori Amos listening...

Beautiful Disaster

She loves her mama's lemonade,
Hates the sounds that goodbyes make.
She prays one day she'll find someone to need her.
She swears that there's no difference,
Between the lies and complements.
It's all the same if everybody leaves her.
And every magazine tells her she's not good enough,
The pictures that she sees make her cry.

And she would change everything, everything just ask her.
Caught in the in between of beautiful disaster,
And she needs someone to take her home.

She's giving boys what they want, tries to act so nonchalant,
Afraid they'll see that she's lost her direction.
She never stays the same for long,
Assuming that she'll get it wrong.
Perfect only in her imperfection.

She's not a drama queen,
She doesn't want to feel this way, only seventeen but tired

I need you.

I don't buy your true life stories
'cause I've seen the way you lie
but I don't mind the things you tell me
because I know we'll say anything to get by

but when we're together
somehow I feel better
my disease always tricks me
I believe you can fix me

you're insane
I love the drama
tell the truth
you love it too, I know you do?

reason strikes
we fight and break up
'cause it seems
the easiest thing to do

but when I don't get your call
I go into withdrawal
you consume every thought
but if you called I would tell you to get lost

I need you like a drug
I need you, I need you like a
I need you, I need you like a
drug

it turns me on
to say "I love you"
but deep inside I know
it's lust, not love at all

one day we will leave each other
but we pretend the end's not inevitable
I require protection from my own obsession
in the object of you

one day I will rise above you

I need you, I need you like a drug
I need you, I need you like a
I need you, I need you like a drug
I need you, I need you like a...

until then we'll stay together
I guess things could be much worse
I guess things could be much better
but I don't really want to write another verse

'cause when we're together
somehow I feel better
my disease always tricks me
I believe you can fix me

I need you, I need you like a drug
I need you, I need you like a
I need you, I need you like a drug
I need you, I need you like a drug

Say hi to forever...

RIP Daul Kim.

So incredibly sad... I honestly feel a little haunted by the magazine cover under my coffee table.

You deserved "MORE THAN THIS"

I hope you find peace. You were beautiful.

Excerpt from Daul's blog:

"how can you be smart

when its love

i already accepted that i relate to nothing

past is heavy but past is past and

i can only try to understand



egoism

too much self importance

perhaps

luxury of time

perhaps just series of bad events which were only beautiful

the irony

the facade we put on

penetrating time.

but not egoism.

it is relative but different.

i just know

the more i gain

the more lonely it is

but when people grow together

its something that is not easy but is nice

and that is something,

relative.

staying relative is hard

staying honest is hard

i know i'm like a ghost

i have nothing

but myself

and potential, to me is the question of will

thats why i am present to you"

"And you can tell rolling stone magazine..."

"...that my last words were... I'm on drugs! "

"Russell! I think we should work on those last words!"

"I got it, I got it. Last words - I dig music......IM ON DRUGS!!!"

Sasha II

Black & White

Oldies but goodies.

This girl is awesome... French Vogue rules the world.