not all those who wander are lost.

i always wonder why birds choose to stay in the same
place when they can fly anywhere on the earth.
and then i ask myself the same question.

love like winter.

three more sleeps.
i can't wait for sydney mornings.
coffee, cigarettes and smokey breath.

this triangle, to untangle.

some wasson to end the weekend.

the cause for every effect.

amicule, deliciae, num is sum qui mentiar tibi?
baby, sweetheart, would i lie to you?

the god particle.

you say that you would die for love, but you know nothing of dying and you know nothing of love.

If, being a god, Love has the divine power of the

gods, how could a lesser being reject and refuse it?
But if it is a disease of human origin and a fault of the
soul, it should not be blamed as a sin, but regarded as
an affliction. For she came, as she did come, caught in
the net of Fate, not by the plans of the mind, and by
the constraints of love, not by the device of art.
Gorgias' Encomium of Helen.

urban hippy.

gypsy-gone-grunge, whatever you wanna call it:
i think i've found my new steez.
(can't you tell i'm feeling inspired today?)

images via cobrasnake.