dancefloor killer

Some club - Cardiff

different ways of saying the same thing, a casual approach self-assured in its inherently gorgeous and restrained sheen, drums rush like orioles taking flight in unison as the traffic races in the background...

adapt the idea to a screenplay, filmed with 35 millimeter technicolor saturation, falling in love with the actress and the sweet stumble of the lines from her mouth, seeing her projected on the screen, late night movie show, late night september crawl, late liquor lake making everything seem so slow...

Deerhunter - Helicopter (Diplo Mix) by Xerek

Deerhunter - Helicopter (STAR SLINGER REMIX) by Star Slinger

everything in between


"could i forge a key you could wear in hair to forget about me?", she asks along with the melody that squalls between us, to no one in particular, making her own lyrics in the gale, taser guitar predicting brilliant flashes while the cavernous drums put punctuation to her question, fluttering the wings of the open secret on her collarbone, as the silence swells she says, "we should listen to the new no age record again".

i used to play with you for hours in the sun



...when we were young...

live my life as a dreamer



via booooooom

inner visions



autumn eyes barely open, the world dissolves in pixels of green, white and blue, reds, and siennas, dusk makes everything golden at the edges, the sky in velveteen circumstance, the lake liquid turquoise, rain on the wind as the leaves take their leave, she puts a record on and M M R begins to play...

Mickey Mickey Rourke

teen girl fantasy


7AM, she slides in the door with rain on her skin, smelling like sweat and stale cigarettes, traces of purple at the edge of her mouth, passport folded in her backpocket, still dark in the city, she lays her palm over her flighty heart, holding her breath as the keys turn the ignition, driving south before she disppears...

Teengirl Fantasy - 7AM


via 20 jazz funk greats

everyday, incredible things are happening all around you





Festival every day

Festival every day makes me glad

The trains leave every year

The trains leave every year on the same tracks

Sweet rushes, weekends

You can sleep on my arm till the lights appear

dungen tomorrow the loft dallas

mirrored, west


ballet dancers, clipse cameos and a shower of sparks...
twenty four seven, three sixty five, you stay on my mind...
pause in your poise once for me before you run away as fast you can...