Saturday, June 18, 2011

the precious feast where we learned to celebrate.

champers cos its saturday!
trespassers will be prosecuted....sure,

all the beautiful people, in the valley of our lost love...
yeah, the nostalgic sentiment. too sentimental. 

"Move dust through the light
To find your name
It's only faint
This is not a place
Not yet awake..."

Posted via email from sailorsmouth

winter.

Tuesday, June 14, 2011

still here?

Jules-mordovets-by-marcus-ohls

On empty rings around the sun
All sing to say my dream has come

Posted via email from sailorsmouth