hi I'm Jenn and I'm a fucking creep

♫

The only people for me are the mad ones - the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.

a feather in the wind, a lover of bird songs.

sleeping in is nice.

In response to the Finders Keepers/Twisted Nerve/Bird/Battered Ormnaments stock loss in the PIAS warehouse fires caused by rioting on August 8th a few of our close label mates have come together to compile some of their favourite moments from the Finders Keepers family discography. A series of limited edition CD and MP3 compilations curated by the likes of Jarvis Cocker, Demdike Stare, David Holmes and Gruff Rhys including some exclusive and unreleased tracks, are now ready to order directly from the website and like minded retailers in a bid to ease us back onto our feet releasing phantastic obscure and obsolete music as soon as possible.

She had been born of the sea. Her fingernails were as glistening and uneven as mother of pearl and her eyes were ocean caves. On windy days she would lie on her back on her bed, her soft blond hair falling away in waves, and watch the trees dance through her window.

I would love you if you told me there was something there to love.

I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart)

i'm in a vest