Wednesday, November 19, 2008

right now everything is turning blue; the sun is trying to kill the moon.

leonid tishkov & boris bendikov

found here.

for those nights when the moon is the only company you wish to keep, because nothing else seems to make much sense. winter is nearly here, and with her, the usual suspects.

let this wash over you.

we're made out of blood and rust / looking for someone to trust / without a fight / i think that you came too soon / you're the honey and the moon / that lights / up my night

joseph arthur / honey & the moon

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