i was walking
down woodland street
where bunnies run to hide
under the pale moonlight
and i kept walking
straight into Oblivion
still wondering why
you haven’t found me here tonight
i was 9, but your clock struck 7
like when the devil fell from heaven
your white lies keep on selling
leaving traces of your presence
oblivious to find me guessing
delirium, can you meet me at 11?
where can i find you?
in this dark emporium
your footsteps fading, am i invading?
was i wrong to come and try to find you?
does my memory still surrounds you?
whispers tell me that you’ve gone away
in search for what left you astray
but i am here
standing in Oblivion
(i release you and i decree, it’s what is best for you and me)
Nikola Mišel Puklin
I look like I’m about to drop an emo album then insist you all call it folk punk instead
36 Days of Type / X
Sniffing | Leica M3 | Ilford XP2 400
Birthday girl in quarantine 🥳🎂
Un conflitto lungo e duro
ormai risolto (2007)
徘徊 スナップ写真 録
Snapshots of walking alone.
General Picture News
Churches Warning to Girls, c. 1920
Sera d'Estate da Gente dell'Emilia, 1953
Keith de Lellis Gallery
4 x 14 Four Vintage Photographs by Fourteen Women Photographers
UK Punks, c1979 - Janette Beckman