in summer the song sings itself

I walk without flinching through the burning cathedral of the summer.
My bank of wild grass is majestic and full of music.
It is a fire that solitude presses against my lips.
~ Violette Leduc, Mad in Pursuit ~

new young pony club : ice cream

cinnamon : scorpio rising

the knife : bird

handsome boy modelling school : i’ve been thinking

cocorosie : tekno love song

dot allison : wishing stone

lily allen : smile

bumblebee unlimited : ladybug

honey is cool : below

fink : pills in my pocket

photograph by christy bush

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  1. Anonymous

    i love that song by the knife…it’s so different! thanks!

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