Ghost
Model: MoiPhoto by: Serdar Design

This is still one of my favorite things ever… ever… EVER.

A throwback within a throwback.

Photo by: Serdar DesignModel: Jenn Ryan (me!)
Photo by: Serdar DesignModel: Me! (Jenn Ryan)

These words affect me more than they should…

Circles and cycles and seasons
For everything there’s always reason
But it’s never good
Never turns out as it should

No one ever held you
No single moment of truth
But if you were mine
I would’ve looked into those eyes
And said,

Tell me the words you long to hear
And I’ll sing them loud and clear
Let me heal the wounds you’ve held on to for all these years
Break the cycle
Break the chains
‘Cause love is louder than all your pain
Than all your pain

Is it all truly broken?
Irreparable mistakes?
Let’s take our time
Don’t we have to try?

Too many missing pieces
That’s always been your reason
To justify
How you feel inside
I wish you’d say,

Tell me the words you long to hear
And I’ll sing them loud and clear
Let me heal the wounds you’ve held on to for all these years
Break the cycle
Break the chains
Love is louder than all your pain
Break the cycle
Break the chains
Love is louder than all your pain
Than all your pain

You+Me - Break The Cycle

This duo has already won me over. I couldn’t agree more with the description of Dallas’ voice as “angelic”. He’s been a favorite of mine for nearly 10 years…

"She is not someone you understand. She is someone you watch, someone you use, someone you mourn. She is made for love but love is not made for her. Everything about her runs deeper than in you; her madness is truer, her mind brighter and better broken, and her anguish is in her bones, not her blood. You will never forgive her for dying, but she will always be dead forever, and your horror means nothing to her anymore. That, more than anything is why you still dream about her and her flowers thrown like curses. She has made herself no longer yours to dream of, choking on her water, crawling through her weeds, living beneath the world; her body inviolate and violable no more, there in her resting place where no man rules."
Photo by: Spoken in RedModel: Me (Jenn Ryan)Tear sheet from our set “Gone To Thy Watery Grave”, published in the water themed Issue #15 of Gothesque Magazine Digital + print copies available: http://www.magcloud.com/browse/issue/794546

"She is not someone you understand. She is someone you watch, someone you use, someone you mourn. She is made for love but love is not made for her. Everything about her runs deeper than in you; her madness is truer, her mind brighter and better broken, and her anguish is in her bones, not her blood. You will never forgive her for dying, but she will always be dead forever, and your horror means nothing to her anymore. That, more than anything is why you still dream about her and her flowers thrown like curses. She has made herself no longer yours to dream of, choking on her water, crawling through her weeds, living beneath the world; her body inviolate and violable no more, there in her resting place where no man rules."

Photo by: Spoken in Red
Model: Me (Jenn Ryan)

Tear sheet from our set “Gone To Thy Watery Grave”, published in the water themed Issue #15 of Gothesque Magazine

Digital + print copies available: http://www.magcloud.com/
browse/issue/794546

Jenn RyanPhoto by: Rodney Boles