flickr: I’ve got some birthdays to celebrate now. speak to you soon. x

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flickr: the ones that I loved and the ones that I kissed

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flickr: there is a crack in everything

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that’s how the light gets in



flickr: I do hope I’m not dreaming

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flickr: September 26, 2011

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flickr: hello flickr. I’m back. meet my new backdrop.

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some of what I’ve been doing between losing the internet and getting it back (mostly cookies and horses, if I’m honest)

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flickr: so ready to go

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flickr: September 10, 2011

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you’re allowed to take crappy pictures of food when you spend all day packing.



New* music is kicking my behind quite firmly right now

September 9, 2011 | Filed Under Music | Leave a Comment 

*new to me, not necessarily new to you. so shush.


First Aid Kit – The Big Black And The Blue
Heavy Storm

But she knew deep down that she only wished that time would come back


Paul Dempsey – Everything Is True
Take Us To Your Leader

Now this is not funny.
The shortest time feels like the longest time.
It’s surely a dream.
Or I’m just an unreliable witness to everything.


Fionn Regan – 100 Acres Of Sycamore
North Star Lover

She shifts her weight to the other foot
Asks me how deep I’d like the cut
Sharpening her words


Veronica Maggio – Satan I Gatan
Snälla Bli Min

Du tar bort min hand ifrån din arm och flyttar bort
Ingenting jag säger spelar längre någon roll
Åh, ställer mig i hallen tills jag fattar vad som hänt
Får jag ens ha kvar dig som min vän?


Laura Marling – A Creature I Don’t Know
Night After Night

He longs for the answers, as all of us must
He longs for the woman who will conquer his lust
He screams in the night, I scream in the day
He weeps in the evening and lies naked and prays



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