sneaking love under baby pianos for love … I’d rather not express. Soft tears soft tears, back then. photo / Maéva Lecoq writing / Kendall Hill
Tag Archives: house
Smok-Mon | Ensam
Fresh are the berries that we use to pick, from our daydream valleys. Filled with pauses and short breaths, when we roll in the dusty paths. photo / Piero Donadeo writing / Kendall Hill
Ironfist | Empathy I (Treptow)
J’aime the little wooden matchsticks (allumettes!) with rose-colored combustive tips, which I light the gas stove with to make café au lait in the morning
kult kyss | Chase the Sun
If you are to hold me hold me as a gun
Alberta Balsam | Ngelem
Not the moan but the angle of a moan
Texture & Light | Leaning In
I am hungry for myself
Michael Rogel | Zeros
Never give them what they want, when they want it
RINSED | No Remorse
How do you feel in moonrise, the stomach growl of life slowly closing?
Darling | Diessa
We become birds, poems.
KLANGPLANET | CRUISING
there is always something worth risking doom
