A friend in Paris. iv/iv/xiv
VULGAR FLOWER x ISWH
london’s temperamental sky.
happy new year melody-makers, picture-takers, youth-quakers, etc…
A little friend came to visit me when I was writing a song in Holland Park this spring!
Once this summer I feel asleep on a pile of flower petals in Holland Park.
i’m a california dreaming babe today. X
my mother, virginia hope
how do i know it’s you?
how do i know what’s true?
i, i, i, i never do.
this is the end
my life will never end
and the flowers never bend in the rainfall