Some people are born with it, and maybe she was, but Kalliane is also constantly putting an amazing amount of time and work into her craft. If you haven't witnessed it yet (and even if you have!), this piece will make you adore her that much more. Her creativity is always inspiring. Watched this artist in awe.
Thursday, October 15, 2015
SLOW SANGIN AND FLOWER BRINGIN'.
Monday, October 12, 2015
le bar me laissant seul
Que le ciel me tombera sur la tĂȘte, et que l'alcool me manquera.. Ca plane pour moi..
WATCH YOU FROM AFAR.. I JUST CAN'T STOP
There are certain people that come into your life. And they just hook you. They hook you.
I've been on a love tornado for years. And I remember where the storm started. It was at a party. I just knew this guy was it. We've had ups, and oh lord, we've had downs. We've broken up and found each other again. He got really sick and told me he wanted me to take care of him, and I just.. I just knew that I wanted to take care of him for forever. Something about his voice on the phone, you know. Just that voice that tells you they need you. It feels so crazy to be needed. I never want that feeling to fade.
So. As the tornado continues, there are songs that simulate the feelings he gave me, and the feelings he gives me. This song is it. This song makes me hope that the storm never clears.
Sunday, October 11, 2015
.. and if suddenly i die, i hope they will say..
I'll write you into all of my songs.
.. cuz' we're going downtown. And we feel like running around. Is it really this fun when you're on my mind?
Wednesday, September 30, 2015
WHO WAS THIS GUY?!
I remember being so blown away by who you were and what I saw you to be in such a quick moment of time that it seemed that the facts of our meeting, in the words of Brock Travis, were completely inconsequential to the amount of feeling that I felt in the moment, and that I needed to pay attention, and.. I did.
GIVE ME TWO WEEKS, YOU WON'T RECOGNIZE HER.
I know it hurts.
You know, I'd put you first.
I can fuck you better than her.
You say you want me, I say you'll live without it, unless you're the only one who instigates.
Got your mouth, open your high.
Suck me up, I'm healin' for the shit you're dealin',
High, motherfucker, got your mouth open, you know you're mine.
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