Nothing but a heartache
bit of Northern Soul to start the day <3
I was sick outside of the BBC this morning.
I’m really sexy like that.
I’d like to add that it was brown and lots of business people in suits looked concerned but neglected to ask me if I was okay.
Pathetic.
The post man just brought me this gift, I’m a lucky girl :)
Avoiding writing by singing Stone Roses and LIT really loud.
Thinking of getting my hair like this because my hair is too much to cope with.
There I was
Panicking because someone else kissed me in a dream
And it was on the cheek
And you stamp your feet
And moving from bored to appaled by these poigniant fumes
that you must inflict.
“I love you more than words. And I am a big fan of words.”
“Exercise II.
Write a diary, imagining that you are trying to make an old person jealous. I have written an example to get you started:
Dear Diary,
I spent the morning admiring my skin elasticity.
God alive, I feel supple.”
“…I want to grab her collarbones as if they were handlebars.”
“I’ve tried smoking a pipe, flipping coins, I even had a brief hat phase — but nothing stuck.”
“You’re the only person I’d ever allow to be shrunk down to a microscopic size and swim inside me in a tiny submerged submarine. You’re too good for me, you’re too good for anyone.”
