Waking up to your whispering eyes and soft lips against my cheeks, I couldn’t be happier
Reading in the rain is lovely, as long as you don’t get yer pages wet
I am so smitten with dark scary weather, this might tie in with the last post
I need to find a way to capture these amazing nostalgic hideaway feelings that come over me, Like the sunlight and desert apocalyptic rooms when I listen to Volta, or when I look out pub doors and imagine a better town, or maybe just a different town. Something about my neighborhood still takes me back, but it freaks me out because I am so wrapped in my own childhood sometimes. I don’t even...
I relish in sounds and yet I don’t make any