nightcall

after my celebrating birthday days the hard period days are approaching
quitting of every effort to study or tidy my messy room and closet
i just can't wait to board on a plane and fly away
and then boom! a smile comes on my face!
i'm moody. yes i am.

photo by Lukasz Wierzbowski

and the echoe..

insomniac*

he said he prefers the vampires to werewolves and some words came down on my mind

whilst i was playing the glassful in my hands

and the polish was still fresh and bloody juicy on my nails..

it was Charles Bukowski

and his poem Alone With Everybody 

the flesh covers the bone

and they a mind

in there and

sometimes a soul

and the women break

vases against the walls

and the men drink too

much

and nobody finds the

one

but keep

looking

crawling in and out

of beds.

flesh covers

the bone and the

flesh searches

for more than flesh.

there's not chance

at all:

we are all trapped

by a singular

fate.

nobody ever finds

the one.

the city dumps fill

the junkyards fill

the madhouses fill

the hospitals fill

the graveyards fill

nothing else

fills.

self-taken photo*

interior design or what

can't wait till i move into my own house and furnish it so as i can share space and time with my friends..

source

Garance Doré

inspiration and wardrobe essentials from fashion´s favourite illustrator
via Elle

untitled*

no need to think over and over again.
act. it works better than any cure.
actually that happened to me.
photography was it. although my camera is not good enough.
and that's the sample.

photos by Muki