2009年2月27日 星期五
Street Fashion
"My trench coat and scarf are from a thrift store, the wollen socks are made by my mother, the boots are from DinSko and the mittens I've made myself.
I like vintage, old time glamour and girly dresses.
I think Kate Moss is great."
I think Kate Moss is great."
Thought for the day
Thought for the Day: "Literary Festival 2009 -For birds, in dream theory, are symbols for the personality of the dreamer." ~The Bedside Book of Birds by Graeme Gibson
2009年2月6日 星期五
lost in thoughts
All this will subside
All your troubles self-contained
in every tear you cry
By now you know that’s all a lie
Too simple to be real
Some things cut too deep
Some wounds never heal
Gather up your broken self
and fix it once again
Though try I will, I’m human still
and broken in the end
I’m not sure who I am
but I know where I’ve been
And from where I stood before
I want something more
How much can you take
of the sound it makes
when your heart breaks?
I know that you can hear me,
but don’t think you understand
I need to leave this place behind
anyway I can
I’d sell my soul, but it’s been used
beaten, battered, broken, bruised
But take it, if it will make the cost,
'cause now I’m completely fuckin' lost
Why are you content with this?
Think of all the things we miss
There’s so much more that we should know
So many places we should go
Why lay in the gutter to stare at the stars?
We should be more than what we are
But I am only human,
so no matter what I gave
At the end of the day
someone still has to save me
I used to know my limits,
but that was long before
I was only human,
but not anymore
All your troubles self-contained
in every tear you cry
By now you know that’s all a lie
Too simple to be real
Some things cut too deep
Some wounds never heal
Gather up your broken self
and fix it once again
Though try I will, I’m human still
and broken in the end
I’m not sure who I am
but I know where I’ve been
And from where I stood before
I want something more
How much can you take
of the sound it makes
when your heart breaks?
I know that you can hear me,
but don’t think you understand
I need to leave this place behind
anyway I can
I’d sell my soul, but it’s been used
beaten, battered, broken, bruised
But take it, if it will make the cost,
'cause now I’m completely fuckin' lost
Why are you content with this?
Think of all the things we miss
There’s so much more that we should know
So many places we should go
Why lay in the gutter to stare at the stars?
We should be more than what we are
But I am only human,
so no matter what I gave
At the end of the day
someone still has to save me
I used to know my limits,
but that was long before
I was only human,
but not anymore
Street Fashion
"All my clothes are second hand except the jeans. I don't like really old, granny-like clothes. I like glaring and harsh colours, black, white, fur and knits. I like to mix old and new. New York inspires me now."
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