red.dahlia:
a half-remembered dream.
red.dahlia:
my beautiful dark twisted fantasy.
red.dahlia:
little secrets.
red.dahlia:
hold on for one more day.
red.dahlia:
sometimes skulls are thick. sometimes hearts are vacant. sometimes words don't work.
red.dahlia:
three
red.dahlia:
in a foreign place, the saving grace was the feeling.
red.dahlia:
"the damage is done."
red.dahlia:
"and all the weekend rock stars, in the toilets, practising their lines"
red.dahlia:
"in memory everything seems to happen to music."
red.dahlia:
despair in the departure lounge.
red.dahlia:
“If you enter this world knowing you are loved and you leave this world knowing the same, then everything that happens in between can be dealt with.”
red.dahlia:
If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more.
red.dahlia:
I dreamt a dream tonight
red.dahlia:
"if someone said three years from now...
red.dahlia:
this is not a title.
red.dahlia:
on and on and on we go, just like a carousel that's lost control.
red.dahlia:
there's a lady whos sure all that glitters is gold...
red.dahlia:
want you to stay, want you to be my prize.
red.dahlia:
Qu'est-ce que c'est? 2.0
red.dahlia:
grace/wastelands: part twelve.
red.dahlia:
grace/wastelands: part eight.
red.dahlia:
Bat For Lashes (or grace/wastelands: part seven)
red.dahlia:
grace/wastelands: part six ...or this is not a photograph
red.dahlia:
grace/wastelands: part five.
red.dahlia:
grace/wastelands: part three.
red.dahlia:
grace/wastelands: part four.
red.dahlia:
you came on your own, that's how you'll leave. with hope in your hands and air to breathe.
red.dahlia:
'hold me up, wrap me, unfold me'