Bohemian Musings

when I die the cats gets everything

2012-02-02T11:51:00.002+01:00

the cold is creeping in like the most beautiful of ghosts, I imagine her with crystal blue hair and dresses of gauze and the voice of an icebird.
a kiss from her frosted rose lips delights the mind like a river in the mountains, springing with pearls of words in your frosty delirium. you want to dance but when you try you realize you can no longer feel your feet.
I became a sailor in a papership on streams of blue and lavender and someday a harbour will arise on the horizon and then, I'll stay.

photography by zora beer

WishWishWish

2012-01-19T18:35:00.006+01:00

Sounds of the Woods - Nadinoo AW11 Film from WishWishWish on Vimeo.

oh magic of the woods. sweet solitude.
let me lay my head down in your rusty bed and dress me in cobblewebs and moonbeams
so that when I dance at night, I'll be a will-o'-whisp to all those watching.
deer eyes and lightening with thunderstorm drums and all those pins and needles.
grant me three wishes and I'll keep them all to myself.
in our own séance we'll see the meaning of it all and if you make me a songbird, I'll go and tell the world.

the lions roar

2012-01-18T00:02:00.005+01:00

the moon is losing her face with a solemn smile because she knows and I know, she'll always be there.
we'll always be there.
the mind is a wild thing, taking me to strange overblooming places where there is no time and space, just floating and there is no need for sense making because everything just is.
I want a white tent for my lover and I so we can live anywhere and be home and I want him all over me like the tent,
him being the tent itself and a starlit night and we'll howl to the skies and they'll understand like the foxes we'll feed golden milk in the morning.

misery is a butterfly

2012-01-14T12:40:00.006+01:00

there is a morbid beauty in the city and the unicorn boy and I are laughing the past away while sunrays are covering the streets like crystal sugar.
soon, there will be new shores and my lace dresses will hang in another room that I'll fill with dried flowers and daydreams quickly.
I'm gravitating towards the future with pirouettes.

the beautiful quartz crystal was sent to me by Monica who runs a magical etsy store.
it's called salvaged foraged found and has the most beautiful concept:

The inspiration for these pieces began on a hike to a nearby crystal forest. Before entering the forest to dig for crystals I stumbled upon another man's trash left on the forest ground. There were many different spent bullet casings littering the ground. That is when Inspiration moved me brightly... After finding many quartz points in the forest I joined the two found objects and discovered a wonderful way to display such a magical piece of the earth. These pendants represent earth's mysterious, radiant beauty and man's ability to create and destroy. To me, they symbolize the delicate balance of positive and negative energy in life.

to me crystal's are full of magical energies and mystery and since I got mine, I wore it everyday.
so please check out my favourite etsy shop and be enchanted.

photography by zora beer.

when the curious girl realized she is under glass.

2012-01-13T00:39:00.006+01:00

what shall we do, with all of us?
the girls with flower petals in their hair, their tulle skirts, their rose quartz cheeks, their fragile beauty and their insecurities?
we are afraid of sleep at night whispering our stories to the moon and giving in to it like a murder in sunlight.
when we tell people we are afraid of heights, they look at us with disbelieveing eyes saying
'but you are a fairy'
we're not telling them that we are afraid of believing we can really fly and realizing we can't.

inspiration via

what the unicorn learned about love.

2012-01-11T11:23:00.010+01:00

the girls are already getting into the festival season mood, shaking off the dust of their flower headbands and feather crowns.
what a beautiful start to the year it is for us, because it's official:
as Not Even Maybe we'll be playing our first concert for this year in cologne on the 28th of this month!
we'll have our bags full of new songs and confetti and unicorn horns on our foreheads plus there will be two other great bands you wouldn't want to miss so
see all the information here.

we hope to see many of you there and say hi, here's to many more gigs to follow later this year!
you can also like us on facebook for more songs and updates.

pa pa power//

2012-01-10T16:53:00.004+01:00

while I am trying to find words in foreign languages, here is a lovely video for all of those loving or trying to fall in love with their solitude and a sweetly morbid song that makes me dance.

let's make magic and pa pa power.

snowflake.

2012-01-08T22:19:00.002+01:00

juule from a pretty pass asked me six questions.
you can read my answers (and check out her very unicorn blog) here.

there's a ring around the moon

2012-01-08T14:34:00.004+01:00

the real world has become a blurry picture that I let myself fall into like a pastel spiral.
I lost some thing along the way I can't remember and am trying to remember myself of the things I will find. they will smell of lavender and summer winds and warm skin at night.
now I'm talking to the grey winds for them to take my restless thoughts away but they turn and blow them all back to me with skeleton leaves.
in this dream I was running in a long silk dress with glittering hair.
I was running but I was never making a step forward and when I opened my eyes I realized it was not a dream at all.
you cannot outrun the things you don't really want to escape.

pictures of me by fanny latour-lambert, others via weheartit.

age of consent

2011-12-31T17:36:00.006+01:00

threehundredtwentyfivethousandsixhundred minutes are coming to an end.
there was confetti, there were, songs, stars in our eyes and there sure was magic.
more than anything there was magic and more than anything I believe that there will be magic in each of the new days that will be given to us from tomorrow on.

and all of those blank paper days we'll fill with our words, our colours, our lipstick kisses and our songs.
our happiness, our love, our sadness.
be a wild child, be a believer in the moon, black cats and glitter and wear stars under your eyes.

tonight, light a sparkler, think of all the things you will create, all the dances you will dance, all the kisses, all the early mornings, the freckles, the starshine.
it's all waiting for you.

subtle grace of gravity

2011-12-13T16:45:00.005+01:00

look what happened.
the girl of a thousand faces, she got lost.
she trusts in nothing but the moon, the changing one.
deep inside she knows she must follow so
her mission is to find the silver lining that will be her lead.

photography by zora beer
visit us on the moon and on facebook.

fight them soft

2011-12-02T02:47:00.006+01:00

it is the end of the world somewhere in an old empty house.
there are polaroids and vinyl records all over the place and there are dried flowers but if you look closer you see that everything is covered in sawdust and the wallpapers are peeling off.
a girl is strolling through the rooms but she is barely touching the ground anymore and what looks like glitter in her pale hair is actually gossamer.
you are not to break the silence.
there is a knowing and there is something that cannot be changed.
none of the clocks are ticking.
you see the girl's eyes looking through you dark like empty frames and you know.
there is only wakening because her bed is haunted, and then there is sleeping because she can't face her thoughts when they're burned by sunlight.
she's not ready to be chained, not ready to be weighed, not ready to wake up, not ready to sleep.
at night she runs like there's a bullet in her back, runs, runs in the pale moonlight untill her skin is just as milky, fading against the forest background.
then she'll lie down somewhere in the damp grass under the sorrowful stars to wake up on her doorstep in misty mornings, carried home by white wolves.

pictures courtesy of marie zucker.

run run there's a bullet in your back.

2011-11-28T00:11:00.007+01:00

the parents had come to the city of strangers and they brought fairy lights and tea that smelled of oranges and almonds and homemade candy and a strange feeling of home.
she danced herself through the nights and then found herself wandering home on endless roads, shoes in her hands, realizing that the feeling of being lost had become a constant as much as dreaming of glitter shoes like walking on stardust and pastel hair that would feel like being able to hide behind shades of lavender whenever greyness would come creeping in.
she thought of ways to save the animals from sadness that only had their paws and soft furs and their innocence to defend themselves in dark places.
the heart had been forgotten in a faraway place and without the weight of it she felt like a ghost, wandering through time and space, looking through the essence of everything, wearing the most delicate silk dresses and barely touching the ground anymore.

pictures via and we heart it.

you can get used to a certain kind of sadness

2011-11-24T01:33:00.004+01:00

these days can be hard times for dreamers.
sometimes it is as if reality wants to prove it is still there so it hits you hard.
they say that life has ways to mess things up just when you finally got to be happy, but I don't believe in that.
it would be rather mysterious to me thinking of life as a sequence of happy events.
there is light and there is dark, and both happen in the natural circles of the moon and the sun.
however, it seems that even with this knowing, there is no preparing for the dark side because clouds run fast, other than knowing how to inhale and exhale.
sometimes all we can do is keep breathing.

photography by zora beer

where gravity is lost

2011-11-22T17:36:00.006+01:00

the days got lost in a place where there was no time.
there was just bird, letter, glance and the moment to light a new cigarette.
life had turned into a hazy dream in the soft glow of fairylights where pastels had taken over and there was no good or bad because everything was covered in stardust.
all the more important it had become to document. to write down each thought, take pictures of empty coffee cups, write songs to nail the feelings to the walls like polaroids that developed into sweet nothings.
she was undeniably lost, living off daydreams and sugared tea, braiding her hair all over again, doing ballet pirouettes where gravity was dead.
and there was no going anywhere but there was a part of her that wouldn't mind staying for a while anyway. a long while. a life.
she was so happy there.

I walk into the room dripping in gold.

2011-11-21T14:05:00.004+01:00

shutting down the outdoors by the wink of an eye.
discovering sweetness.
and oh, let's make love on facebook?

modern times

2011-11-21T00:58:00.002+01:00

moon lovers, I decided to create a facebook page for this blog so that I wouldn't get so confused with all the people on my personal account- I can't really handle this massive list of people I have never personally met, I guess I am more old-fashioned than I thought, so I will slowly say goodbye to everyone I don't actually know.
so please like Bohemian Musings on facebook so we can still play together-
it might still be a little messy but the fun should start soonest!

orion's eyes

2011-11-18T14:00:00.006+01:00

whatever you do, don't stand still. pause, but don't stop.

don't aim for perfection, aim for magic.
have some tea. look through a kaleidoscope to see things differently.
if you don't have the pennies to buy new clothes, add some glitter stars to your face.
if you don't know who you are, create who you want to be and live it.
for we are the dreamers of our dreams.

/all you need is trust and a little bit of pixie dust//
Peter Pan

the killing moon

2011-11-14T17:02:00.004+01:00

lovely things you receive in your inbox past midnight:
the very sweet and talented vanessa jackman and her trusted nikon snapped me during paris fashion week when there was sunshine and freckles on my face.
tonight Nouvelle Vague are playing in paris, and they are definitely something I am willing to invest my limited pennies in.
for all the new readers: maybe you're interested in listening to my band not even maybe's sound?
we're currently on different sides of the continent but soon we'll be able to write and record music together again.

(this song always makes me feel funny and slightly hectic because it's also my phone's ringtone.)

pictures courtesy of vanessa jackman

somewhere

2011-11-13T01:20:00.005+01:00

the moon had an energy for those past days that would flood her mind and make her thinking restless with white ivory tattoos, feather dreams and the scent of burnt leaves.
verses burned everlasting and the heart was a pigeon, shyly hovering on strange windowsills.

dress courtesy of romwe.
photography by zora beer.

year of meteors

2011-11-11T13:02:00.010+01:00

I made my way back through the time machine.
on the other side there was heavy mascara on discoball eyes, lamb softness, full moonlight rooftop bathing , frosted lollipops that would make the tongue turn blue and between lemon lips and silvery waterveins the mind started dancing outside of the body.
with white spider stars coming down, I'm magnetized by memories of a zirconium smile that haunts me and I hope it never stops because I would have to cut off birds' feathers to fill the empty room with.

photography by fanny latour-lambert

dangerous angels

2011-11-08T20:24:00.006+01:00

of all the books I've read, francesca lia block's will always have a special place on my shelf- literally: my room in paris is not filled with many things, my time here is spent rather minimalistic, but I brought at least four of her books with me like old friends that will whisper to me when I need my mind to be lit up with moonlight.
the books belong to those kinds of things that remind of magic and how words are such a powerful measure to transform the world, as good and as bad as it is, into rose-petal filled, lipstick stained, scarred, strawberry kissed, whimsical, naked dancing, imperfect, glittering, ethereal beauty, let it be gloomy or bright.
wildfox also noticed this and was inspired by block's Weetzie Bat Books (my favourites, if you nail me down) for a series of pictures.
weetzie, being the serie's shimmering main character, was captured beautifully here, a flighty pixie with moonlight hair, a love warrior, a wild child in antique dresses, tutus and feather headbands.
there is chai tea latte and some reading waiting for me so I'm sending you into a november night but really, I'd love for you all read these books and share your stories with me.

go higher says the mystic mind

2011-11-08T18:38:00.004+01:00

candles burning. tea steaming. mystic letters dancing over illuminated pages.
a storm is brewing in the solitude and the siren is singing her songs far from the sea.

about the rabbit heart

2011-11-02T15:19:00.007+01:00

I believe in strong girls and fragility.
lately, what caused most sparkle in me were the voices and actions of smart and strong girls of the now.
I read amazing interviews and simone de beauvoir and meet girls that I could fill pages with in my notebooks because they materialize stardust dreams burning with energy and faith.
the irritating thing about feminism or the reception of it seems to be a picture that is stuck in people's heads.
still, strongness seems to be related with masculinity which I think is a fatal error.
with one of the feminist maximes being 'the personal is political', it is all about the singular choice, not following another mainstream image because it grants more acceptance.
I've seen lionesses in lace dresses and warriors with cotton candy nails and bows in their hair.
or those who are teacup-sized and blonde, if you want the personal.
I don't believe strength is about being loud or tall or agressive.
sometimes being strong means being fragile because it means not turning to stone but actually caring for something and throwing yourself into a universe of beautiful mess.
the truth is, some of us are very breakable and the only way is not being afraid of the occasional crackle that is a bone or the heart but knowing about it.
I'm not sure about a lot of things but I'd rather find out about the sure and the unsure myself than letting someone teach me their truth and following a path that is not mine, how enlightened it may be.
and all I might have is a rabbit heart and porcelain fists but they are my own and I will use them for whatever I believe in.

dress courtesy of romwe
photography by fanny latour-lambert

through the rabbit's hole

2011-10-27T16:31:00.004+02:00

dear friends and unicorns, I'll make a bunnyhop to germany this weekend for some loving and play.
in the meantime I highly encourage you to take a look at my friend audrey's frassy rags, I modelled her new collection of vintage treasures which included a lot of dancing through her apartment and blowing glitter stars in the air.
have beautiful weekends of rose wine and autumn wandering, I am leaving you with my two favourite songs at the moment.

nighttiming

2011-10-27T01:38:00.005+02:00

I am determined to stay up and read and write myself through the night.
somehow words come easier to me in the moon hours when there is owl dancing and stars whisper.
there is so much peace in the loneliness of black satin nights, I almost feel the planet shrinking to a size where you could see the sunrise fourty-four times a day, if only you moved your chair a little.
in my look-out there is tea made from fresh herbs and music so I will happily hazard those violet circles appearing under my eyes tomorrow, milk skin girl that I am.
on a side note (am I also chit-chatty at night?) my skin clearly is not made for the city so, in lack of a bottled up breeze from the sea side, I treated it with a homemade peeling of sugar and olive oil today and now I am all rosy-faced.
also, the pierces' video makes my yaya-heart dance and hope we'll get to enjoy some more days of indian summer.

darkest horse

2011-10-26T12:17:00.009+02:00

they tell you to always wear a smile on your face
and when you drop it, just for a second,
unintentionally,
they will ask what's wrong
untill you raise the corners of your mouth
intentionally.
what is everyone so afraid of
like the changing of seasons, I like to watch the tide of moods
maybe it is because I have so many
rosy cheek face, ocean eye, rainbowmind.
you won't make art out of always being happy.

I like serious people, I like reading something like this and listening to something like this.
I am also a happy person and when I stepped out into the frosty pink air yesterday I decided to make a list of things that make me happy.

I have
early mornings. tea cups. bows. poetry. lace dresses. vintage cameras. rainy days. cake.
fresh vegetarian food. flowers. coffee. peter pan collars. forest walks. veggie soups. the moon. vinyl records. antique stores. strawberry bubblegum. all that glitters.
so far.

(I don't remember where I stole these pretty pictures from but I am quite sure some of them are from here.)

aftermath

2011-10-24T17:14:00.001+02:00

courtesy of jack stone

for she's a jolly good fellow

2011-10-24T00:14:00.012+02:00

the weekend was spent celebrating the sparkling existence of audrey rogers so a lot of cotton candy haired girls (you might know the likes of imogen, morven, haleigh and zora from their blogs) gathered at her place to play.

there was wigs and wine, laughter and dance and a fabulous chocolate cake.
the next day from what I heard, there was bras, a bunny mask, rose petals and belvedere all over the apartment.
so thanks to audrey for making her frassy house a playground for the weird and wonderful.
she's a jolly good fellow- which nobody can deny!

pictures courtesy of audrey leighton rogers

la vie en lapin

2011-10-21T11:38:00.004+02:00

fellow dreamer and cheese crêpe approver sabrina and me were happily running around paris some days ago to prove
everything looks sweeter from behind a bunny mask.

aren't you every bird on every wire

2011-10-20T23:50:00.008+02:00

when getting in touch with new souls, sometimes you'll find yourself at the other side of the rainbow all of a sudden.

it's always good to go to new places, you might not know what you'll find there but in the end it is mostly yourself.
I've been thinking about the sentiment of losing yourself and came to the conclusion that it is an oxymoron because of all the things, the one you always carry with you is yourself.
throwing yourself out there into the world is a step out of the nest full of lovely habits like the sort of tea you love to drink, the magic language only your friends will understand, the little café where you always get free warm milk in your coffee because you go there everyday and the spot on the hill where the sky swallows the city that will always calm you down.
when you take advantage of a flock of wild birds and see where they'll take you, none of this might be there.
it might thus feel like you are somewhat not there, because in a wider sense all of these things are you.
still, you are. the self is an overgrown garden that is always there which means you can go everywhere and it will be home.
you'll see that you are more than the sum of all the things you think you are (like the things you do, the things you like), you'll see the essence of you.
you are free to go wherever you go.
you are free wherever you go.
these days, my ways led me to a forgotten paradise, laying unnoticed right in the french city where the astonishing fanny latour-lambert captured me through her artistic eye.
there were exotic birds singing songs of faraway places and floral houses that know no winter. I learned about a rabbit breed called flemish giant, am planning to adopt one one day when I grow my own vegetables in a house with an alcove and made friends with a black cat.

photography by fanny latour-lambert

find some clarity//oceanside

2011-10-17T22:38:00.006+02:00

people would ask her why she was alone so much. wandering through the city with her face up to the burning trees, sitting in cafés with a book, milky hair up in a bun or tiptapping on the pavement side in black patent leather shoes. she was also found on the rooftop whispering songs that sounded like love or making friends with ravens in the park that would solemnly take crumbs of bread from her hands.

when asked, she went away dreamy-eyed wondering for days about the thing she had never questioned.
in fact she never felt alone. there was the moon, there were songs to be written, there were black and white movie girls with very short hair, there were stories in her head and roses to be dried and there were about a thousand things to learn about like how to tame a fox or how to add edible flowers to vegetarian dishes of brown rice and vegetables or how to meditate yourself into a state of stardust.
she also liked being around people and dance through the streets with a bunny mask on, bursting out into wild laughter in the metro making funny faces and talk untill the sun would rise over the bottles of wine when the fake lashes had come off hours ago.
it was just that to her being alone was not lonely, it was just another way to spend her time, so she didn't think about it much and, when she found them after a day in the library, would write another wolflady's words down with a little smile, adding a glittery star sticker to the note.

/Cherish your solitude. Take trains by yourself to places you have never been. Sleep out alone under the stars. Learn how to drive a stick shift. Go so far away that you stop being afraid of not coming back. Say no when you don't want to do something. Say yes if your instincts are strong, even if everyone around you disagrees. Decide whether you want to be liked or admired .Decide if fitting in is more important than finding out what you're doing here.//

this is unlike the story it was written to be.

2011-10-10T14:20:00.007+02:00

gone are the barelegged days of icy cold mint drinks that will make your brain feel ever so dizzy when you drink them too fast.
the trees are letting go of their green dresses and I think about how fierce they are facing these months without layering in even more leaves the colours of golden explosure. this way I can walk over them and they make this lovely crunching sound that reminds you autumn is here with all of its chai tea and reading and the tiny raindrops on your skin.
so I say silent goodbyes to picnics in the park and rooftop nights of meditation. or maybe I'll find the ways to take them to the colder days with layers of wool and blankets and enough candles to rival the night skies.
I'm learning about the right use of herbs and moon phases in a place where even the most spectacular of asteroid showers is outshone by the city lights listening to peaches, plums and pears.

deerhearts via and via.

of all the things I've lost I miss my mind the most

2011-09-27T23:07:00.007+02:00

sometimes the girl wondered why she felt so disconnected at times when she was surrounded by beautiful people with milky warm voices and laughter in the sky.
in conversations she would say nothing but turn her face towards the stars, imagining that in the cool breeze she could feel their loneliness, too, despite all their glittering beauty they possessed.
things she loved were dancing alone untill she was the music, preparing meals of brown rice and vegetables and sitting on trees with them whispering her their secret stories of love spells and the eternal changing of seasons.

drawings via.

I like to look up wild at an infinite sky

2011-09-22T10:06:00.003+02:00

the first two weeks of life in paris have rushed by so far and the french city is mighty pretty, leaving me starry-eyed and candy cotton minded.
adventures don't seem to come to an end and I like to spend them with beautiful souls such as miss audrey frassy who invited me to her woodenfloored wonderland, where vintage dresses and dreamcatchers cover the walls and the wine is pink.
later we swirled to the pretty place where everyone carries a book, we brought a balloon, and you share bubbly midnight thoughts and a cigarette.
french still is a secret language and if you don't watch the particles of conversations closely, you might find yourself ending up as a criminal under the infinite night sky.
pictures by audrey.
(also you probably notice imogen from eight london)

she has a four-winged dinosaur that she has to draw

2011-09-17T15:00:00.003+02:00

the girl woke up in a bed of tiny rose petals to the sight of the french city now where there were men with dark eyes of long stories and clickclacking girls and drinks with funny names.
she liked to order one called perroquet because of its colour fresh grass colour and the name that reminded her of coconut nights, hot freckle skin and sand running through her fingers.
her eyes were filled with sparkles from looking at the stars at night.
sometimes she caught herself getting lost in thoughts of a boy and she wondered if he was there under the same moon thinking about her, too.
she wished she had brought her guitar to sing songs to the night and the city as her audience.

photography by zora beer and random strangers.

quelqu'un m'a dit

2011-09-12T23:38:00.005+02:00

the past days have been like stepping through a magical door into a whirlwind of faces, streets and whispery words like chansons that I'm trying to fill with meaning.
and I am whirling through the city of croissants and mona lisa's eternal girl smile untill my legs feel like they have been crazydancing and tiptapping for days, and then reward myself with a pink macaron that tastes like licking spring sundown clouds or despite the prettyness of paris cafés I'll pay visit to starbucks because what record stores do for penny lane, starbucks does for me. it never changes, it's the same everywhere, and for a vagabond girl, right now, this is as close to 'home' as it gets right now.
pictures by zora beer.

I came so far for beauty

2011-09-08T19:11:00.004+02:00

while I am busy packing the unpackable//my life into boxes, I am happy to say our band
/Not Even Maybe/ was featured in the latest issue of FrockRoll, we're talking all things axl rose, unicorn tears and the secret behind the band name here.
if you're new to us: I never get tired introducing to our bandpage in the book that has seen all faces.
thank you everyone over at FrockRoll, we're blowing fairydust your way and will most probably guerilla-plant a tree today.

sweetness comes and goes and I'm always here to stay

2011-09-06T01:01:00.003+02:00

looking for the sweetness in strangelands soon. I'll be hopping on a train to paris this saturday and ohlala, I can't believe it.
so many things to remember and it's not easy with a confetti mind.

don't be scared, I'm not here for your heart.

2011-08-30T13:54:00.006+02:00

my life might be completely built around not believing in the existence of time.
still, september came and it brought falling leaves, chestnut scents of wanderlust in the air, hot chocolate lips, a first layer of wool over spider web lace dresses and one last cigarette.
I have my head in paris and a train ticket is ready to be my magic carpet. one week.
leaving can make the eyes salty oceans washing over the shores of your face but the adventurous soul will never know any other option, knowing that the love and beauty left behind will always be right there, never lost, always returning to the reckless ones who believe and put their hearts out into the universe without fear.
the way through life is to dance through it.
everything is now.

go some place where noone knows your name

2011-08-18T13:09:00.004+02:00

songs that go with my morning coffee and the solitude of midnight hours.
tomorrow I might escape to the sea. my eyes are craving for an endless sight, my ears are longing for nature's soothing sounds.
sometimes the heart needs a proof it's free and the soul needs to feel it's one particle of the glimmering universe.

it's not that we're scared it's just that it's delicate

2011-08-12T19:49:00.008+02:00

summer had been a day and a day and a day so far. empty bottles of wine, long sheer dresses touching her ankles, train rides, reading herman hesse on the moss green couch, getting dizzy from looking into the night sky's starryness for too long, quiet songs on the guitar, candy cotton kisses, shimmering hair and exotic cigarettes.
something had fallen asleep somewhere between the floral sheets, morning croissants and the mayan calendar, something so transcendental they couldn't put a finger on it so they just kept going, hoping that it faded soon.
it had to, there was no fighting a translucent idea of a ghost that was constantly in the room.
the power of words had come to an end so there was just going on, making the candy cotton kisses a little sweeter and hoping it would fade.
maybe it were the walls that seemed to get closer, maybe it was the sun that behaved like a shy ballerina, maybe it was that they felt themselves leaving long before they ever did.

they were still wild and free. they just wished for a place where they could feel it a little more.
maybe if they went to marocco, everything would be just fine.

if I live to see the seven wonders I'll make a path to the rainbow's end.

2011-08-01T21:36:00.003+02:00

what do you do on thursday nights?
we light sparklers and blow confetti out of my window.
today I was given a children's guitar that should do for playing quiet songs of rainbow ends and pistacchio right now, if only I wasn't struggeling with changing the strings.
also there is a new cat in the apartment and it is black and white and shy.
picture via zora beer.

If you were a mermaid, you said, if you were a mermaid, I was the sea.

2011-07-25T21:42:00.006+02:00

time is running fast for sleepy fawns.

everything is ice cream at midnight, and painting my nails glitter and wind and kissing the raven-haired boy who likes to pretend he is blonde.
then we dance in the kitchen in the morning while the coffee is brewing under a strawberry sky dusted with white powder sugar sun and later on we're speaking as if we're putting each other under secret spells and we could turn into one wild thing.
summer is here and it is not and I'm dreaming of changing the city for the sea side or the view from a mountain top.
but running away is an august plan, this week is filled with everyday yoga class and I feel like living from chai tea and soy milk and playing guitar with windows wide open despite the chilly june air.
nothing happens. and everything does.
francesca lia block is the muse.

we fade away when lady birds turn pale

2011-07-18T01:34:00.006+02:00

isn't it beautiful how life teaches you to never judge a book by its cover?
despite all its delicacy, this dress survived fusion festival with me along with all the floods that came from above, rolling down the hills and falling asleep in hammoks in the disco ball forest.
there is something so magical about the parallel universe you enter as soon as you set up your tent on festival grounds, the idea of a completely alternative lifestyle keeps haunting me.
I feel a little homesick now that I don't live in a tent anymore.
at least there is confetti all over my bedroom floor.
these days I am busy working on a ridiculous long list of things that want to get done but I believe in doing things that make you happy at least once each day and not let life be ruled by duty.
so even though time seems to disobey all physical rules and decided to run twice as fast I will be found with my guitar or filling my eyes and mind with starlight for at least half an hour every day.
my special pleasure this week comes in a wooden basket: I got myself a whole kilo of blueberries at the market, nothing is quite as lovely as what seems like a neverending supply of my favourite fruit.
as we all love to play more than work: a little deer is hiding in this post, can you spot it?

also the boy and I were caught on film for a newspaper, I told them my last name was unicorn for the interview, I kind of want to keep it.

dress and kimono/blouse by romwe
photography by sarah patzak

listen

2011-07-17T22:35:00.003+02:00

zu mädchenmärchen und musik von zora und mir führt ab elf uhr dieser link.

head back to the milky way

2011-07-14T10:26:00.003+02:00

don't you just love it when your favourite artists release a new piece of work?
Those Dancing Days' second album ist out and I'm happy.
it's coming just at the right moment for me as I am supposed to not leave the treehouse for the time being -empty papers are to be filled with dissertations and nietzsche is a grumpy old man, I want to pull his beard.
now you can see me dancing around the room to swedish tunes when noone is looking.
obviously I also have glitter in my coffee which is weird and pretty all the way.

let the right one in

2011-07-08T14:01:00.002+02:00

utopia didn't withstand.

2011-06-30T08:26:00.001+02:00

I am still here. just somewhere else.

brother sparrow

2011-06-10T01:54:00.005+02:00

I'm holding june like a treasure because I don't want to hush the marshmallow-clouded mornings and the sparkling silver linings at night.
I'm telling myself that now is the now and still, I find myself looking at horizons and building castles in the sky.
the clock hands are waving goodbyes to forgotten times but there is no tears in farewell, just glances over teacups of ginger tea and as soon as the flowers have dried I will pin them at my walls. they don't even lose their colour.
how mortal it all is, still it is there and mine for a moment.
later this month there will be strawberry-kissing and pillow-sharing with the boy and we'll tell stories of foreign countries and going away in an old bus and I'll show him around in the sky castle where there is a room of tents and tipis and telling each other everything.
I find gifts and surprises in my inbox, like the beautiful soles above. I admired them on many other girls' feet and now I am thanking nelly for making me equally happy, I see fun times ahead for us.
I'm declaring these happy days.

photography by sarah patzak

on ne voit bien qu'avec le coeur/ l'essentiel est invisible pour les yeux

2011-06-06T22:17:00.003+02:00

what I love about the sparkling universe we're in is how inspiration is in a constant state of flowing.

you're inspired, you inspire.
you give and it comes back to you.
today, I found this beautiful surprise in my inbox: the girls over at illustrated moodboard drew an illustration of me.
thank you rosa and carlotta for a monday smile!

let's go to the river I will throw all of my other lovers in

2011-06-05T22:30:00.003+02:00

enjoy this pretty piece on your sunday evening.
yesterday night was beautiful, filled with sing and dance and breakfasts at sunrise, and hej, no loss on the material side, I can do it.
after no sleep, today was iced blueberry tea in the park, taking notes on nietzsche and frosted apple slices.
they're easily made (slice apple//put it into the freezer in a plastic bowl), delicious and a little weird, who doesn't love that.

I sing like a siren/ but I don't think you hear me

2011-06-04T22:12:00.005+02:00

I know dreams are for dreamers and dreamers often lie.
I wrote a song in which I am drying flowers in an old house by the seaside and I sunk my heart to the bottom of the sea because love grows on the moon and the moon always changes.
I have a feeling in me all the time that tells me to run away.
I dream of seashores and treehouses or a cottage where I would grow my own vegetables and the fragrance of lavender would fill the air.
then I think, if I had got there, I would still get the urge to be somewhere else, a different view from the window, different people to talk to.
some are nomads and we carry this feeling, no matter how far we go.
I'd love a costume party in the forest and fairy lights everywhere.
for now I'm lighting lavender incense sticks and later we're going to the park tonight to colour our lips wine-red and then to some place of new faces and liquour.
I'm wearing a pair of outrageous shoes because I don't feel like understatement today.
(hush- they rhyme on nabokov's cruelly beautiful novel.)

antlers and funerals

2011-06-02T00:41:00.006+02:00

I'm in grief.
after last saturday's attics, I woke up some time the following day to a sad sight:
somehow during that night of dancing and lying in the grass and talking to strangers for hours, my beloved deer ring lost its antlers.
ironically, it is not long ago that I talked to the boy about how much I love it and what a treasure it is to me.
(whom I obviously love and guard like a treasure, just to set things straight)
I wore it literally every day and feel strangely naked now.
I know how a deer without antlers is still a deer and I'm not parting with the little golden one because of that.
still I'd love to see my finger in full antlers again.
so does anyone of you out there know if there still is a lovely deer ring in the woods for me?
I'd buy and send you flowers and write a song for you.
(I'm not sure about the sizes, this one was a h&m size M)
this would be utter bliss.

asteroids collide

2011-05-28T22:36:00.010+02:00

be reckless, be brave. live outrageously and dance among the stars.

there is no reason in thinking about the future when you forget the present.
the moment is now and it is your creation.
everything is in a constant state of floating and every day is a day of possible reinvention.
be the person you want to be, start today.
be someone else tomorrow.
be a disco ball.
shake your soul, shake off the dust and shine.
leave security and conformity behind.
learn to not give a fuck sometimes.
be lion-hearted.
whatever may come, may come and you've got all the power to take the moment and make it yours.
you are a day-dreamer, a poet, a young soul, a life-changer, a magic-maker, a love-child, a freedom-believer, a wanderer.
let your life be the message.
let your life be your art.
radiate beauty.

long walk to never

2011-05-28T10:59:00.002+02:00

this song makes me smile in the early morning hours.
I hope it does the same for you.
this week has been a rush of mental adventures and travelling to foreign places of my mind and I decided some things for myself, because I think it is never too late to change your life.

the person you love is 72.8% water.

2011-05-23T00:14:00.005+02:00

a thought:

is it possible for people who truly love you to hold you back?
a fact:
in order to love, you need to be reckless and lion-hearted.
I'd like a flat white, a day of pale skies and a real kiss.

island.whispers.

2011-05-18T15:43:00.006+02:00

time is out of joint. I am on an island right now.

harvest.moon

2011-05-12T00:11:00.000+02:00

I've been spending all day in this mysterious state between sleeping and waking.
last night turned from coffee with friends to wine with friends and then dancing and forgetting about sleep.
today was an all-work day and it strangely felt like walking on clouds and losing control over my thoughts which was kind of refreshing and probably strange for everyone who encountered me because I felt like sharing visions on disco ball nightskies and confetti freckles.
now it is tea time, sleep is near and I'm eager for the nocturnal visions the dreamcatcher is flooding me with lately.

ph by sarah patzak

fiction is the best reality

2011-05-10T17:59:00.004+02:00

the sun has my head spinning these days and my mind feels like running barefoot over daisy lawns all of the time.
I bought a flower press and am keeping myself busy trying to identify all sorts of wild flowers and then dry them.
I broke my musicplayer, the display that is, so it is in a permanent random mode which should be annoying but really, being astonished by phoenix when flying downhill on your bike is just sensational.
I had another sensation yesterday when I strolled through the book stores eating icecream and I stumbled across a spiritual book by an author I used to read a lot in my teen years.
she now wrote a book on white magic and quantum physics.
this is about as fascinating as it can get in my eyes, I can't wait to get back to the secrets of picking flowers at midnight and visualisation.
the only downer these days is that I learned in a tutorial today that I will probably never have a unicorn as they can only be tamed by virgins unspotted.
anyways, enjoy land of talk with 'it's okay', the video is somewhere between a fairy tale and a dark version of the neverending story.

I should say thank you more often.

2011-05-05T01:37:00.003+02:00

I felt like blowing some bubbles your way and saying late night-thank yous.

thank you for climbing up here now and then (this place is something like my virtual treehouse), reading and sending beautiful words my way.
I don't even know why I have a blog but I know it is a happy place.

so good night lovers,
love and peace,
happy dreams and even happier daydreams to you.

butterfly.effect.

2011-05-02T00:30:00.005+02:00

there was summer in april and I hope everyone has been enjoying it as much as I did.

there are papers to be written but I can't bear to waste the beauty of the day by being stuck inside.
noone really knows if there is a sense to life and these days I've come to think that maybe it is just for us to experience it.
the good starts in the small things and leading a damn joyful life sends out positive energies that effect your surrounding and in the end, the energy of the planet.
the past night was like an amazing state of trance in the dancing and the way home under the rising sun which of course means I'm writing myself through sunday night, but oh, was it all worth it.

losing gravity

2011-04-25T22:35:00.003+02:00

there's nothing like knowing who you are and feeling your very existence running through every fibre of your being.
I've been riding my mother's old bike through the spring scenery and everything is so full of scents and light I want to raise my hands, feel the energy and scream my existence out into the universe.
life is pulsating and everything is so light, so light.

sirens

2011-04-21T14:49:00.005+02:00

on a sunniest of sundays the band girls swarmed the city to break in old railroad properties, sneak away with benches and fall asleep in the afternoon sun.
I'll jump on a train now and will be off for some days to see different gardens and devote myself to escapism.
who said running away doesn't work? it always does.

also have a look at vinyl magazine's riot issue- the whole concept is beautfiful and who couldn't do with some riot now and then?
also, they featured me (page 14/15) and I can't wait to get my hands on the print version.
thanks to chris petres who kept me updated and everyone at vinyl!

ph by marco müller/chronotype

go deep

2011-04-18T13:39:00.011+02:00

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.
Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.
It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us.
We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?

Actually, who are you not to be?

Your playing small does not serve the world.
There is nothing enlightened about shrinking
so that other people won't feel insecure around you.

We are all meant to shine, as children do.
It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone.
And as we let our own light shine,
we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same.
As we are liberated from our own fear,
our presence automatically liberates others.

track the beauty: lovers in vain

love is deer

2011-04-17T10:11:00.001+02:00

let loose

2011-04-15T00:37:00.005+02:00

have you ever looked at life from a distance and thought this is all just pretty bizarre?
I thought about the possibilities of turning into a moth as to dance in the dark.
sanity just isn't the point anymore when you're in a place where everything that may happen, just happens.

so this is goodbye.

2011-04-13T08:59:00.006+02:00

freedom looks like quite the lonely road right now but the treehouse is an empty place so I'm leaving to see what's waiting for me out there.
the heart is heavy but I think of starting something today, like a floral alphabet so I can see places and pick up flowers on the way.

color my life with the chaos of trouble

2011-04-08T10:05:00.003+02:00

now that's quite a thing, life.
at times you think you might have figured it all out and you're dwelling in this feeling of being somewhat secure and conscious.
and then something hits you to remember that you'll never know what's round the corner.
in the end I guess it comes down to to realizing it is about living in the moment, not expecting anything, not caring about the little bruises and just experiencing this world we stumbled into.
it is about being fearless and risking it all.
life is out there, the only way to have a life is to go out and live it.

we used to wait for our heavy storms

2011-04-03T16:25:00.004+02:00

today is so sunday I have to use it as an adjective. the boy and I got up late woken by the morning sun, then we had a nice breakfast just to crawl back into the bed where we stayed for some leisure hours.
I was perfectly relaxed untill I saw our balcony tv performance was uploaded to the site.
major heart attack, I'm still recovering.
massive shoutout to johanna and lars from balcony tv hamburg who let us play on their windy heights - enjoy the song and don't forget to catch up on the bandsite!

traumfänger

2011-03-29T10:50:00.003+02:00

as the sun is gaining strength there isn't much space left for gloomy thoughts to hide.

we are always taught to watch out, be careful and never trust a stranger but these days I'm wondering how being suspicious can possibly even fit into a lighthearted way of living.
they say stories aren't to be believed but let me tell you one:
there is a boy in another land who, after I mentioned to him I was feeling a little lost and confused, jumps into a plane to see me.
maybe it's just because I'm willing to believe stories and make wishes to the sight of falling stars but so far I learned that there is no reality but the one you create.

also, I believe in my apple a day so I'll have coffee and breakfast now before we're invaded by a possible new flatmate being followed by avalanches of textwork.

bandaid deux

2011-03-28T23:50:00.002+02:00

hej there everyone - the band has a facebook page now - please help us and like us so we can improve the whole thingy and add a music player soon!
share the love and walk on moonbeams tonight!

with the wild wolves around you

2011-03-27T01:13:00.003+01:00

when I was younger I liked to believe I was a witch.
still, I believe in strong spirits that are everywhere in the air and in the soil, but only perceivable if you pay close attention to them.
an old woman once told me that my floral equivalent was lavender and I should surround myself with it as much as possible to support my spirit and still I have hour-long baths in lavender bloom.
ph by sarah patzak

et puis je fume

2011-03-25T00:30:00.002+01:00

A sweet french cliché from Fanny Latour-Lambert on Vimeo.

there was no resisting the sun today so I sneaked out of the wide-open window to flee all papers and black on white for cake and gentle breezes.
now the moon is seducing me to stay awake in words of great people written down to light pages but I will withstand and lay my head down instead.

kaleidoscope&reverie

2011-03-22T12:34:00.005+01:00

maybe it's caused by me being chained to the writing desk drowning in text work, but I'm craving adventures more than anything these days.
I just want to pack a bag full of books and see where the roads take me, climb a mountain, swim in an enchanted lake and pitch my tent where noone can find me, where I can finally see a lynx and the stars shine brighter.

No cat anywhere ever gave anyone a straight answer.

2011-03-18T19:19:00.003+01:00

sometimes the only thing I need to know about that place faraway is that it exists.

photography by sarah patzak.

bandaid

2011-03-17T12:53:00.006+01:00

dear lovers and bloggerfriends- le band is indecisive and needs your help.
on saturday we'll be playing on balcony tv hamburg and after cutting the possibilities down to two songs, we can't really decide on the one to play.
so.. listen to some uncut outtakes from our rehearsals: the songs are called 'myf' and 'home' and are both homemade and vegan - tell us what you think and be kind!

sun.rise.

2011-03-16T11:48:00.002+01:00

I haven't been there but she has:
for japan by rumi neely.

if they exist maybe unicorns do too.

2011-03-16T01:34:00.003+01:00

I just realized that life (and maybe love) isn't about understanding.
it is about wanting to.
anything is possible. there are narwhals.

psyche or like scope

2011-03-14T11:32:00.004+01:00

the dawning of spring makes me feel energetic and happy, especially in the morning hours when the world's still sleepy and I have coffee and yogurt with fresh fruit (it's a little early for strawberries, but soon, soon).
the next weeks will be spent primarly at the desk as I have to finish several dissertations untill the semester starts. en plus, I got a freelancing job at an advertising agency and one of the project is due to tomorrow.
luckily I won't be chained to the writing table for too long, my wanderlust (how I crave a caravan now, by summer it will get worse) will be satisfyed by the end of the week when the band girls and I will be going on a roadtrip as we're debuting on balcony tv hamburg- I can't wait although choosing the one song we'll be playing is a tough decision.
on a random note I started to learn to play the guitar and songwriting immediately got so much more fun- the boy took this picture when we were talking on skype and I was playing a little song to him.

adieu.

2011-03-13T14:55:00.002+01:00

liebes bloggervolk, gerade miste ich märzinspiriert etwas aus- mein frühling startet traditionell mit einer entgiftungskur und generellem ballastabschütteln, damit die wunderbarste jahreszeit federleicht begonnen werden kann.
ihr findet meinen kleiderschranküberschuss im kleiderkreisel.
mehr sollte folgen, wenn ihr euch außerdem in ein teil verliebt haben solltet, das ihr hier gesehen habt, lasst es mich wissen, vielleicht können wir uns ja trennen.

faraway.

2011-03-12T23:38:00.004+01:00

after this week being a beautiful mess of trainrides, macaroons, kaleidoscope thoughts, enough coffee to flood a city and general work and play, tonight I am happily fueling up on marrocan mint tea and rolling from one side of the sofa to the other.
yesterday I went to hamburg, invited by the beautiful people over at urban outfitters (via fake pr berlin) to indulge in pastries and see the current designers and collections. I went for lomographic photography so we'll have to be a little patient to see the results, untill then I have my memories of cupcakes, sheer fabrics and big paper bags.
on another note: do you hear spring whisper through the air too?
I had to get out of the house really early this morning and felt kind of grumpy and sleepy but suddenly there was this intense fresh spring breeze in the air that made up for everything.
I was so happy about the early morning hour because I wouldn't have had this spring sensation if I had got up later.
soon we'll all be barefoot, untill then I'm easing the yearning by jumping into the longchamp 'faraway' movie mentally, where there are tambourines, heavy lashes, sticky strawberry lips and dancing on burned grass.

sailorsyarn

2011-03-05T01:40:00.004+01:00

tomorrow I'll be packing my bags for the house that used to be home.
home as in harbour.
before home began being everyhwere according to the winds, sudden possibilities and my state of mind.
fleeing this town for a little while.
funny word, home.
they say home is where the heart is. all I can visualize thinking of a future home is that I want lavender there.

all the sunday girls are dancing with the perfumed boys

2011-02-27T00:07:00.011+01:00

today I was dragged out of bed to come out and play rather than watch movies and daydream about having lametta hair.
we had coffee and almost cake, then cookies instead and tried some antlers which makes me wish for permanent ones now.
as I'm home again I'm lighting incense sticks and drinking tea along with watching a vanessa paradis movie and a documentary about serge gainsbourg and jane birkin.
I might just stay awake all night writing down thoughts and waiting for spring that already seems to whisper with the soft winds these days and that will bring me closer to the one who is always on my mind.
and look, my feet are cats now because the monki people thought of it as a nice idea and sent them my way.
also I realized I got past the point where I want to take any measures of civilising my hair. I just want to leave it on its own and see where it can go.
this is probably the closest I can get to satisfying my beard envy.photography by sarah patzak

howl

2011-02-26T01:24:00.004+01:00

my mind has been everywhere for the past days.
it's kind of a funny feeling, losing yourself along the way, but even more refreshing when you find your way back, all the same but somehow new.
travelling around the webspace I read a theory that said all of the atoms came from stars that exploded so we're all made of stardust that is on a constant move.
maybe I just lost some atoms over the past weeks that were replaced with new ones now.
I got a beautiful comment here lately and wish to spread the power of its words:

I hope when you wake up with the morning sun you think two things.
1. I'm beautiful.
2. I am wild, and free.

Wolf and I

2011-02-23T22:34:00.003+01:00

I have returned from the island on monday and have since been struck by the sensation of being all on my own with actual time on my hands.
not any of this occured to me the past weeks and as I am starting a new theatre project next monday it won't be for long anyways.
those days of freedom I want to spend frolicking in the pleasure of movies, books and music.
today I discovered 'Oh Land' and really, what's not to love?

wildfox

2011-02-11T14:33:00.000+01:00

the stars shine all day, too.

2011-02-11T12:20:00.004+01:00

a little confused by the freedom given to me on this friday morning (the semster is done and none of us thought this would happen eventually), I'm drowning in coffee and making casual plans for the day that I will probably ditch as the hours pass.
anyways I stumbled across these adorable papercuts by rob ryan and I really want to live in them.

deer in the spotlight

2011-02-06T22:25:00.003+01:00

the last days of the semester are coffee-flooded and counted in nights rather than days.
also we're continuously working on the music project, exciting things are dawning that I just can't wait for drowning in memories of when we carefully stepped into the spotlight for the first time.
ph. by merlin schuhmacher

when the night falls the wolves cry

2011-02-01T23:08:00.002+01:00

if there is such thing as a favourite song it must be this one.
ethereal.
(thinking about it just now, I don't think there can be a favourite song for me, I've been told to be mentally flightly and that's true.)

life under the sea is better than anything they got up there

2011-01-30T22:25:00.007+01:00

for the past days I had an utter craving for water.

I drank a lot but my thirst could never be stilled, I showered two times a day because I felt like whitering like a lover's forgotten rose.
today I went for a long swim and immediately felt a lot more calm.
am I turning into a mermaid?

hit me with lightning

2011-01-27T00:45:00.002+01:00

I drank floods of tea tonight working on papers for university, now I'm dizzy and far from sleep and wish for a starry night sky to look up to.
I really missed my bed lately so I might just watch a movie (if you know any great ones, please share) and hope for dreams filled with glowflies afterwards.
the boy took this picture when there was summer and barefoot and strawberry lips.

and as we lie beneath the stars we realize how small we are.

2011-01-23T20:45:00.004+01:00

the boy introduced me to this amazing song. amazing is wrong because it's too good for words.
I will now lay myself down and watch the movie the song is taken from ('once').
nothing more to say or do, I'm done.
this whole weekend was spent rehearsing for a theatrical performance.
intense.

neurology

2011-01-20T15:12:00.002+01:00

some pictures that have been on my mind and that I stole from various sources, forgive me.

wishbone

2011-01-17T17:26:00.007+01:00

this past weekend some blogger girls met up in hamburg to shoot short film material for an upcoming tv show.

we had quite a blast although none of us really closed an eye the night before (I looked ready for a serious case of exorcicm in fact) for various reasons.
I only brought an analogue camera with me so we'll have to wait for the results but I stole some pictures josi, jane and julia (they run the blogs summerlisten / schwarz und gold/ tough look don't hurt, go check them out, they're dolls!) took that day.
sadly, I couldn't make it to burning the city that night with the girls due to the band's studio recordings the following day but from what I've seen from them they were on fire.
also, what's it with the weather these days?
I'm happily confused by warmth and sunshine and took the bike to go to uni today.

I crouch like a crow contrasting the snow

2011-01-14T13:35:00.004+01:00

sometimes living on the edge seems like the safest road to me.
I always loved having the option of going where the winds take me and still, feeling too settled makes me kind of anxious.
there might be a chance of going away for some time soon.
I'm thinking france, england or norway.
the boy forgot this amazing crow shirt when he last came here.
he still thinks he'll be getting it back.

photography by sarah patzak

change positions

2011-01-11T00:37:00.003+01:00

tonight I hate birds.

everybody was well dressed. everybody was a mess.

2011-01-06T00:59:00.005+01:00

days have been spent dancing, swirling through cities followed by a whole lot of bumming around and drowning in the pains of overthinking things. then dancing again.
I probably lost my mind along the way. I'm still figuring out if this is a bad thing.

SOS

2011-01-05T19:51:00.002+01:00

lovers, I'm desperate to put up a new post but tinypic and photobucket gave up on me (not uploading pics or telling me I've reached my bandwith).
tell me alternatives where you can edit and upload pictures and a new post will be up in a minute!

2010-12-31T13:03:00.000+01:00

happy NYE!