Tag Archives: #real
Last spring, I was introduced to the sweet, lovely dream pop sounds of Beach House at the cool, hip coffee shop called Fuckoffee at Shoreditch, East London. The sweet, emotional songs ‘Lazuli’ and ‘Other People’… the beginning of a happy … Continue reading
I grew up in a classic and conservative home. Learned very good manners, learned etiquette. Received good education. Ironically, this went hand in hand with my environment outside. The dodgy underworld and red light district was very close by. Shady … Continue reading
Politically correct??? Nah…! Seriously, I dislike that term ‘politically correct’… and the people who pretend to be! Really. I have been accused of being politically INcorrect in the past… and you know, it’s a compliment. Because, I actually physically helped … Continue reading
I am strong and yet I can be broken, shine like a beacan and yet remain unseen, I would tell you how I’ve been yet you never asked… Marks on my wrists, invincible, because I truly lived. Have you?
Dirty minds have the most intriguing conversations 😉
Thoughts and feelings, they come and go… because life is a flow… Life is movement… always unpredictable… Only the fearful reject change and growth… even may resent those that move forward with their life, like I have experienced so many … Continue reading