butterfly hotel on morrison rd., causeway bay. sometimes at nights, after i got tired of walking, chasing the time, reading books, id just sit there by the window of this small room drinking coffee a...
so many things to learn, explore, cultivate, and put together. i am now enjoying my precious solitude, trying to arrange a decent book and short stories. i want to create a book that will leave peopl...
ph: devinait carries a chill in me. a brush of fresh air. freedom. dance. literary passion. curiosity. i love spending my days in a secluded place, reading thick paperbacks to kill time. reinhardt ja...
ph: devinamichel legrand. "sous le ciel de paris". the same afternoon, same afternoon rain. same wind, same dryness, same traces of time on the cold linoleum tiles. i keep on inventing by wri...
ph: devinadream. reality.traces. missing steps. stories. i felt like floating on a personal wonderland, writing down about the personal wonderland, getting lost in there, just praying. this city. the...
ph: my sisi once knew a friend who was addicted to jazz and coffee. she said she wanted nothing else than a good place to read; a good, silent place in which she could linger inside her own hardboile...
saw the eagle with my lil sister by the end of last month and i was completely blown away by his role as Esca, the briton slave. but damn it, i didnt expect the movie to be that good and detailed !
starting from today ill be taking a one-week break. i need to reassess every thing, both in my life and about this blog . i need to finish several courses to be taken, too, and i want to be able to c...
from alexis mabille fall 2011 prêt-à-porternote: this dress actually has very interesting details located at the parting of the pink fabric; a light-weighted material with bohemian prints. you should...
ph: devinaI smoked until the morning sun painted a red line across the horizon, its rise slowly completing the shades of warm colors. Morning was approaching its peak, and in the morning the Avenue h...
ph: devinaBare skin, butter-colored light filtering through the sheer curtains. she woke up with her hair messed up. she was looking at the sun. The night scenery of the harbor had been crushed under...
ph: devinaryoheis "the game we played" was playing at a loud volume in her earphones. the night air carried a chill, unlikely at first, then after a while her skin had adapted itself to reali...
ph: devinalove lies down on the cold, cold asphalt ground. the evening afterglow had kindly left the horizon. the streets bathed in mute lights as innocuously as loneliness. she went out with a thick...
the crowds, tapping my finger to ellingtons jazz playing in the background, but i said nothing. purely nothing. not that i had not anything to say, but it was simply i wanted to preserve the silence....
the following pictures are from Kenzos SS 2011 pret-a-porter collection. all taken from style.comI love the structures of the cut, and the lightweight feel of the materials. dont get me started about...
hi there, everyone. just informing that my long-dead formspring account has been activated again. so, youre free to ask me anything from there. probably, after several questions ill post the most fre...
"the sand of the times keeps running out from under our feet.were no longer standing where we once stood." — haruki murakamiive been asked by so many people on how i am always able to combine...
a metropolis approaching midnight, minimal external din, closed malls, caged front gates, small coffee shops near the station, a book suitable for a late-night read, languorous jazz, empty-sounding s...
"Just like the thought that one late call to him would make him run away somewhere, or explode into dust, I always knew that the warm flicker I always had inside whenever I heard his voice would ...
through the thin curtains in my room, lights from the street outside and the moon seeped through. memories returned, in darkness alone whispers retained their prophetic connections through duke ellin...
ph by devinasometimes i feel like im living a dream; boarding a light-speed train, all guarded by thick, shimmering silver steel plates that save me from being injured by the rush of wind generated b...
"ce soir, je vais chanter une magnifique chanson pour mon amant imaginaire—parmi les etoiles, les lumieres, sous le ouvert du ciel."
prank party tonight, venue: his wrecked-up art studio. gotta bring a giant, creamy cake and throw the cream all over the wall, then paint my name and my superstar crush on the large clear-glass windo...
http://littlemoonlover.blogspo t.com/http://theres-a-girl-out -there.blogspot.com/http://the dowsersdaughter.blogspot.com/h ttp://daretounravel.blogspot.c om/theyre not only bloggers, theyre artists with ...
strong, burning nights like fire on Absinthe. beers, revolution, rebellion, white smoke inside gray lungs, the doors of perception. truth and insomnia, dreams are to be awaken, after all.she had an e...
"save your complaints for another nights, my heart is in a sea of lime. the view of the stranger with the sun-kissed skin has gotten me intoxicated for the night."
From time to time I bury my heart in myself, hiding behind the imaginary mirrors of imagination. Whether I am drunk or sober, in reality or out of it, I find writing as a delight. It is always someth...
French music and second-hand bookstore. she found inspirations screaming to her in silence, in silence she found her detachment from her concrete self also. as if dwelling in the very bottom of a dar...
I always think well retain our souls here, in the stark-white room devoid of honesty and furnitures. some day later well be burned out to the very core of our souls. you always think that Ive been wr...
Every time I looked at my own face, it was like a reflection of a ghost on a placid surface of dark water. All the time I wished for a drip of blood to bring it to life, but it never came: the pleasu...
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