@giulianobolivar

9/26/12

DANCE WITH ME BUT DON'T MESS WITH ME.


Keeping secrets can be so mentally exhausting SPECIALLY if they're as sweet as the one I'm holding right now.

I promise I'll drop the bomb as soon as my dreams come true in a couple of days. I promise.

For now I'll just leave you to this magic 8 am Amsterdam moment I had last monday.

"...swans are like the models from birdworld"

I will never get over this city. Never.

9/16/12

FEELINGS, I NEVER MET YOU; FEELINGS, I NEVER EVEN SAW YOU.



"What a shame I had to write a song like that. I'm not making fun of the man...I do not believe, the conditions, that produced, a situation, that demanded, a song like that."

"I wish I never lived this long." 

Mobile Uploads & Screenshots.

COINCIDENCE MAKES SENSE ONLY WITH YOU.

  
  #1 by Iris Grootson.
#2 and #3 by Daan Liu.

State of emergency 
Is where I want to be

All of the above, facebook-found pictures which I wish I had not found on facebook, you get what I mean?

A photo album can tell a story so clearly, and some stories are just not thrilling enough.

These pictures could stand on their own anywhere and tell impossible stories which I'd still believe; just like those make-up ad campaigns...they're unreal, but I still want to believe in them.

And this song is just...the beginning of Bjork and I. A lot of beautiful things began with this song.

9/15/12

TELL ME, HOW DID I DIE?


 

 Having a moment with these 3 right now.

Last week someone TWEETED me about how she had been hush-hushed about my death in dreams while walking a tiger.

Last night I dreamt of dancing to an amazing song which probably does not even exist. But 'Keep You' gets quite close to what I felt.

9/5/12

WILL I ALWAYS BE HERE.

In your room

Where time stands still

Or moves at your will................

Our favourite darkness
Your favourite half-light
Our favourite consciousness
Your favourite slave

Will I carry on? Will it matter when I'm gone?

9/4/12

I'M GOING TO STEAL AWAY WITH MY LORD AND MY GOD.




CUT-THROATY.


THE REAL IS ON THE RISE

I have new jeans and I want to live in them for the next three weeks.

Last party I attended was like walking into hell's sweaty techno gates.

I wish I had the guts to get that same tattoo and less people around me having a word about my appearance.

I'm blogging from the balcony and the geese are fighting. Sometimes they sound like hookers being killed down the street. Which is of course a sound I've never heard before.

BEAUTIFUL INJURIES FT. HONEST MISTAKES.


If I were a girl this is what my feet would look like every time I looked down.

TIMELINE