Sour Times

After time the bitter taste
Of innocence, decent or race
Scattered seeds, buried lives
Mysteries of our disguise revolve

Selfportraits

Bird on the shoulder

Sun Worship

Lifeless

She just wanted to fly like the butterfly

When the dead forest is all we have left

faithless

One day everything is going to fall

Tumble down in your face

There will be no one left to call. 

dancing in the shadows, running out of time

breath in the darkness of your devious life
The night is upon you, so hold him tight

Lullaby to sleep with a tender, hollow smile

Sometime soon you will wake 

The day will be dark and your life will be vile

Images by Cindy Sherman

Endymion

Me and Luke

Walking down Brick Lane

A thing of beauty is a joy for ever 

Its lovliness increases; it will never 

Pass into nothingness; but still will keep 

A bower quiet for us, and a sleep 

Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing. 

Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing 

A flowery band to bind us to the earth, 

Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth 

Of noble natures, of the gloomy days, 

Of all the unhealthy and o'er-darkn'd ways 

...  John Keats

All things must pass.

When I grew up... 

Oh God, I miss you

♡

Mollys Lipps

Pictures from when we played in Cargo-London on Saturday... 

We are going to Dairy Studios this week to record our EP... 

Night and day

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Happy Monday x