james morrison - broken strings

Posted on | Saturday, August 21, 2010 | No Comments




Let me hold you for the last time
It's the last chance to feel again
But you broke me, now I can't feel anything

When I love you and so untrue
I can't even convince myself
When I'm speaking it's the voice of someone else

Oh, it tears me up
I tried to hold on but it hurts too much
I tried to forgive but it's not enough
To make it all okay

You can't play our broken strings
You can't feel anything
That your heart don't want to feel
I can't tell you something that ain't real

Oh, the truth hurts and lies worse
How can I give anymore
When I love you a little less than before?

Oh, what are we doing?
We are turning into dust
Playing house in the ruins of us

Running back through the fire
When there's nothing left to say
It's like chasing the very last train
When it's too late, too late

Oh, it tears me up
I tried to hold on but it hurts too much
I tried to forgive but it's not enough
To make it all okay

You can't play our broken strings
You can't feel anything
That your heart don't want to feel
I can't tell you something that ain't real

Oh, the truth hurts and lies worse
How can I give anymore
When I love you a little less than before?

But we're running through the fire
When there's nothing left to say
It's like chasing the very last train
When we both know it's too late, too late

You can't play our broken strings
You can't feel anything
That your heart don't want to feel
I can't tell you something that ain't real

Oh, the truth hurts and lies worse
So how can I give anymore
When I love you a little less than before?
Oh, you know that I love you a little less than before

Let me hold you for the last time
It's the last chance to feel again

a letter to the master of the universe

Posted on | Thursday, August 19, 2010 | No Comments

Dear Master of the Universe,

I just want the world to be happy.

Thank you.

Luv, Ika

simone cammile

Posted on | Wednesday, August 18, 2010 | No Comments


for my love of vintage
this simone camille handmade bohemian bag is my must-have dream
anyone care to buy me one? ;)



my brother the photographer

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his name is luqman
he's only sixteen but I can clearly see
he's got some awesome talent on photography













you see, the problem is..
 he doesn't have a media to post his works
and he's too lazy to sign up for flickr or deviantart
so he only keeps his pictures to himself
but i think people should see how talented my brother is
so i've decided to post some of his works in my blog

out of all the photographs my brother took
these are some of my favourites
he uses a nikon D90 btw :)

                

                                        


see what im talkin about
he's good
i know..
it runs in the blood ;)

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changes

Posted on | Tuesday, August 17, 2010 | No Comments






i’m afraid of changes..

i’m afraid of losing the people i know for years..

i’m afraid the people i know become the people i knew

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