May 2012
Have you ever heard the birds sing in the morning hours? Somewhere between the void of day and night, in the great, breathless salvo of all being… Their songs are sweeter than ever; their calls scattered among the blackened abyss like pebbles dancing towards to the dark ocean bed; their delicate melodies resonating through the empty air.
In my mind, these hours of blind bird song are the purging...
not been on tumblr in months,
ay up bitchez
April 2012
March 2012
this is boring and tiring and pointless and it’s never going to be enough for me
but sometimes it’s brilliant