a destination known only by the one whose fate is overgrown.

they can lead you, break or defeat you.
and they can tease you, break or complete you


photos, karen inderbitzen walker
words, feist

no stars, no presidence.

were blessed but not lucky now, we may burn up upon re-entry

no stars no presidence, we may float through empty skys

how could you know there was something out there

how could I know what was on your mind if you were not dreaming too


photos, victor vathier
words, the evens

art star.

i've been working on a piece that speak of sex and desperation.
i've been screwing on the tracks of abandoned train stations.
one, two, three four, art star, do do do do do do.

photo, unknown
words, yeah yeah yeahs

like you know i do.

is your bed made?

is your sweater on?

do you want to?

like you know i do.

but this feels so unnatural.


photos, kamile gudmonaite
words, vampire weekend

every time you close your eyes.

sleeping in is giving in, no matter what the time is.
sleeping in is giving in, so lift those heavy eyelids.

people say that your dreams are the only things that save you.
come on baby in our dreams, we can live our misbehaviour.

everytime you close your eyes,
every time you close your eyes, lies, lies!

people try and hide the night underneath the covers.
people try and hide the light underneath the covers.

hiding from your brothers underneath the covers,
come on hide your lovers underneath the covers.

now heres the sun, its alright! now heres the moon, its alright!
now heres the sun, its alright! now heres the moon, its alright!


photos, bella howard.
words the arcade fire.

take me out tonight

oh take me anywhere i don't care i don't care i don't care

and in the darkened underpass i thought oh god, my chance has come at last

but then a strange fear griped me and i just couldn't ask.


photos, various unknown
words, the smiths

this radiation,

raidiates pure joy at what the soil has given forth to us.

and this rollercoaster wont be boasting no more,
it hit the floor and flew apart in a ball of flames.

and this radio plays on, such sweet melodies,
now i'm in a haze if you're wondering where i went away.

we're out on the wing of this wobbly bird,
and we fall when we try to turn.

and this radiation,
raidiates pure joy at what the soil has given forth to us.

photos, mads teglers.
words, the pheonix foundation.

dark matter

do you wonder where the self resides?

is it in your head or between your sides?

and who will be the one who will decide its true location?

photos, li hui.
words, andrew bird.

good love.

Now I am searching how to get alone

This queen of heart's dancing on her throne

But I need sorrow, baby,

Life's sorrow is the drug

So will I ever find that place they call good love



photos from Platform
by Saga at The Never Ending Story
words by Bat For Lashes

tea parties.

ooohh all i want to do is have a tea party. i've already started my collection of cute mismatched vintage tea cups for my flat next year. and i'm thinking of having a garden tea party for my birthday. we will drink cocktails out of teacups and dance in floral dresses under fairy lights into the night..

i wish they could see us now.

people talk about my image like i come in two dimensions.
like lipstick is a sign of my declining mind.
like what i happened to be wearing the day that someone takes a picture
is my new statement for all of womenkind.

darling, i don't know how to tell you this, but there's a chinese family in our bathroom.

saw 500 Days Of Summer the other night and love love loved it. you must see it.

and for anyone else who's a zooey deschanel fan, The Go Getter is another must see.

it's a fools game and your game face is shameful

when the end comes, you'll see hydrogen electrolyzed.

bitter bloom, flightless skies, the fear, the doom it's no surprise.

realize, there's no sense in losing your mind before your time.

rise young sun, you're a tireless one.

when the morning comes, when you catch my sould upon waking,

will you make a wish, for the fools gain to equal his insane?

pictures, mark thecobrasnake
words, gregory and the hawk