flowers and vodka


Dress me up on Monday in heavy dresses and give me bright flowers and vodka.


not interested

Even bright flowers have withered movement that I'm not interested in.

in the water


stay

Stay where you are

Stay for dinner
Stay for breakfast
Stay, if you leave you could be shot
Stay in bed with me
Stay in touch
Stay till the end
Stay out till 4
Stay behind after work
Stay awake
Stay on top
Stay with her because she can't be trusted
Stay together
Stay in the best hotels with your best friends 
Stay alive
Stay up
Stay when you know you should go
Stay for another
Stay, I might never see you ever again
Stay because leaving scares you
Stay because it's the right thing to do
Stay away you bastard
Stay in Barcelona for a week 
Stay with Natalie
Stay with her forever
Stay till the end
Stay off the vodka
Stay out
Stay, I'm going

lost


rules for a virtual life


Take pictures of yourself in a mirror
Take pictures of yourself in a mirror with the camera covering your face
Have friends on facebook that you don't know
Become distant from your family
Show everyone your legs
Never be more than half a meter away from your smart phone
Keep a vacant look on your face
Keep a vacant look on your face and type this :)
Keek lots
Wear headphones
Dream about pictures
Get anxious waiting for texts
Stress about not updating your blog
Lose your friends

a postcard from Berlin


1: An empty beer glass with lipstick on the rim

2: A pocket watch

3: A postcard from Berlin


A postcard from Berlin

She had sat studying his pocket watch for a long time.
It was old and it was beautiful and it was broken, and it made her think of her grandfather who'd passed away in March. 

Natalie finished her drink and glanced around the bar. She looked at her watch and tried to remember why she'd sent the postcard. It was the only act of theft she'd ever committed. Why the confession? No matter, it was done.

His wife had kept her appointment. Natalie walked across the bar and placed the pocket watch on the table in front of her. Their eyes met and for the briefest of moments, time stood still. 

Now she had to get out. She turned and left Brauhaus Mitte, walking quickly towards Alexanderplatz. The cold air and her disposition were at one. It was over.

She smiled to herself. She might never have been there except for the empty beer glass with lipstick on the rim and and the women crying at table 12, who she'd only met that one time, and whose life would never be the same again.

Natalie laughed quietly to herself. She was pathetic and he would never find her.

in the water


The day after the little yellow pills you said, "Baby, if I was yours.."
But angel,  you're not, and angel, now that I've got what I thought I wanted, I'm bored.

But thanks for wearing the dress with the flowers, and thanks for the yellow car.
I'll never forget how beautiful you looked in the water.

the suicide dress








perfection

When we first met, we soon realised how perfectly we understood each other and how poetically we fitted together. We were astonished. We were like one person. We were perfect. But we were so similar that our few differences began to take on a huge importance and value.



I still miss you.