chimes of freedom flashing.

Far between sundown's finish an' midnight's broken toll

As majestic bells of bolts struck shadows in the sounds

Starry-eyed an' laughing as I recall when we were caught

Trapped by no track of hours for they hanged suspended

words, bob dylan
photos, victor vauthier

sleep to dream.

I got my feet on the ground, and i don't go to sleep to dream. you got your head in the clouds and you're not at all what you seem. this mind, this body, and this voice cannot be stifled by your deviant ways. so don't forget what i told you, don't come around, i got my own hell to raise.


words, fiona apple
photos, lauren ward (of natalie)

i believe in you.

your magic's real so why aren't you using it


you could have the world for yourself

you don't ever have to worry about losing it


the magic inside of you is infinite


photos, Viktor Vauthier
words, YACHT

i know a girl.

she puts the colour inside of my world

but she's just like a maze

where all of the walls all continually change


photos, oyster magazine
words, john mayer

it takes one to know one.

you're looking skinny like a model with your eyes all painted black.

photo, unknown
words, bright eyes

ageless beauty.

cruelty makes its holes but on the shoreline time will hold its promise
we will always be a light, you can see it from the surface, see it

so loosen your heart, underestimated, undefeated in this love
we will always be a light, you can see it from the surface, see it


photos, valetina vos
words, stars

hope there's someone, cause i'll be gone for a while.

where i'm going you can't save me.
where i'm going you can't save me.
where i'm going you can't save me, yet.

picture, unknown.
words, the veils.

too young

baby when i saw you turning at the end of the street, i knew a time was gone and it took me like ages

i tried my best to smile, but deep inside my heart i felt it was shouting like a crowd dancing

i guess i couldn't live without the things that made my life what it is.

photos, amanda austin
words, pheonix

it's bad.

sometimes the beauty is easy

sometimes you don't have to try at all

sometimes you can hear the wind blow in a handshake

sometimes there's poetry written right on the bathroom wall

and it's bad that i wrapped you in a fantasy, and i carry you with me

and it's bad that i took a second look, i guess i'm an open book

you know i didn't really intend to embrace you that long

but then again, i wasn't the only one holding on


photos, david shama
words, ani difranco