Polaroid love


my thoughts in boxes

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**mood**

--white - soft - grey - dizzy - flowing - morning--



all the letters in my head
never alone always together
floating with my thoughts
no words just letters

polaroid love



think i'm..
a little bit
a little bit
a little bit in love with you
but only if you're a little bit
a little bit
a little bit
in lo-lo-lo-lo-love with me

just don't forget me

Well I held you like a lover
Happy hands and your elbow in the appropriate place
And we ignored our others, happy plans
For that delicate look upon your face
Our bodies moved and hardened
Hurting parts of your garden
With no room for a pardon
In a place where no one knows what we have done
Do you come, together ever with him?
And is he dark enough? Enough to see your light? And do you brush your teeth before you kiss? Do you miss my smell? And is he bold enough to take you on? Do you feel like you belong? And does he drive you wild? Or just mildly free?
What about me?
Well you held me like a lover
Sweaty hands and my foot in the appropriate place
And we use cushions to cover
Happy glands In the mild issue of our disgrace
Our minds pressed and guarded
While our flesh disregarded
The lack of space for the light-hearted
In the boom that beats our drum
Well I know I make you cry
And I know sometimes you wanna die
But do you really feel alive without me?
If so, be free If not, leave him for me
Before one of us has accidental babies
For we are in love
Do you come Together ever with him? Is he dark enough? Enough to see your light? Do you brush your teeth before you kiss? Do you miss my smell? And is he bold enough to take you on? Do you feel like you belong? And does he drive you wild? Or just mildly free?
What about me?
What about me?
//damien rice - accidental babies//

old fashion pictures




I've found some old negatives of a family I don't know. I printed the pictures and this is the result

magnolia


You whisper "Good morning" So gently in my ear

falling


Eyes are falling
Lips are falling
Hair is falling to the ground
Slowly, softly
Falling, falling
Down in silence to the ground

oh, good morning

**mood**

Ik rek me uit, ga languit liggen op het bed en raak met de toppen van m’n tenen de rand van het bed. Buiten het laken is het kouder dan verwacht. Met alle energie dat ik nog te bieden heb, frutsel ik de lakens over mijn benen heen. Maar te vergeefs, ik zal me recht moeten zetten. De vroege ochtendzon geeft een filmische weerkaatsing op het witte beddengoed.

like drinking from an empty cup

Woke up and for the first time the animals were gone
It's left this house empty now, not sure if
I belongYesterday you asked me to write you a pleasant song
I'll do my best now, but you've been gone for so long
The window's open now and the winter settles in
We'll call it Christmas when the adverts begin
I love your depression and I love your double chin
I love 'most everything that you bring to this offering
Oh I know that I left you in places of despair
Oh I know that I love you, so please throw down your hair
At night I trip without you, and hope that I don't wake up
'Cause waking up without you is like drinking from an empty cup
Woke up and for the first time the animals were gone
Our clocks are ticking now so before our time is gone
We could get a house and some boxes on the lawn
We could make babies and accidental songs
I know I've been a liar and I know I've been a fool
I hope we didn't break yet, but I'm glad we broke the rules
My cave is deep now, yet your light is shining through
I cover my eyes, still all I see is you
Oh I know that I left you in places of despair
Oh I know that I love you, so please throw down your hair
At night I trip without you, and hope that I don't wake up
'Cause waking up without you is like drinking from an empty cup

I found a reason

these is one of the photo's I took (myself) for my first collection.
the shoot was with a friend of mine in a gorgeous old police station.

www.pranilla.be


Je garde ton odeur

la fille blanche

Oh and she's always dressed in white
She's like an angel and she burns my eyes
Oh and she turns she pulls a smile
We drive her round and she drives us wild
Oh and she moves like a little girl
I become a child and she moves my world
And she gets splashed in pain and turns away and leaves me standing

**pranilla**

**pranilla**
this is my own website. 
my little baby ♥ 




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**mood**
in search of the miraculous