Sunday, 29 May 2011

tv slut

sometimes i feel like my macbook is my life.

Monday, 2 May 2011

Saturday, 23 April 2011


he kissed my fingers, he kissed my hair.

Wednesday, 20 April 2011

Friday, 8 April 2011

eu sinto falta do meu pai

write about your fathers hands.

Wednesday, 6 April 2011

Sunday, 27 March 2011


photography by eliot lee hazel

Sunday, 20 February 2011

he refused to brand his cattle

a streak of stubborn independence

We used to wait [for it]

Wednesday, 2 February 2011


soft and hard skills.

Sunday, 30 January 2011


powder shock
extremities freeze
adrenalin splash

Thursday, 20 January 2011


maybe we weren't meant for this love

Tuesday, 11 January 2011

write about sunday afternoon

She didn’t examine her body for bruises, or not until sunday afternoon, 
standing in a shaft of sunlight, dust illuminated, her skin covered in downy hairs 
-lifting as her fingertips brush by- caressing the purlpegreenblue of that night, 
bared teeth and curled lip, sprawled, she remembers, 
it doesn’t matter where the lace is worn what matters is where you bruise.

Saturday, 1 January 2011


the lust of the new.