Ava Adore
August 3, 2009
by Smashing Pumpkins
And I’ll pull your crooked teeth
You’ll be perfect just like me
You’ll be a lover in my bed
And a gun to my head
We must never be apart
We must never be apart
In you I see dirty
In you I count stars
In you I feel so pretty
In you I taste god
In you I feel so hungry
In you I crash cars
We must never be apart
I need to create to survive. Life has the unbelievable ability to suck itself from you, drain you, crush you, numb you. Sometimes it's hard to remember the pretty things, because it's all moving too fast too much of the time. I stop, I photograph, I write, I remember. Sometimes this prevents me from actually living in the moment and encourages my permanent residency in the past - but it's the only way I've found to capture, to remember, to make it all worthwhile.