What the fuck am I doing with my life?
Been a crazy week
much prolific binge drinking
still I’ve done much worse
Beaches? Try and put a towel down - immediate gust of wind, towel in face! Tuck towel into sand, sit down, have an ice lolly - WASP! WASP! Stand up to bat wasp away! Oh no, sand on towel now flap towel to rid of sand, sand in face, sand on lolly, wasp! Wasp! ABORT! ABORT!
—Miranda (via onesideofanampersand)
(via fuckyeahmirandahart)
Here I was thinking that anxiety was a serious mental condition, but this old advertisement is here to set me straight — nervousness is actually a sign of acute Ovaltine deficiency.
Missed my fucking train
my bastarding fucking train
I fucking missed it
I am made by my times
I am a creation of now
Shaken with the cracks and crevices
I’m not giving up easy
I will not fold
I don’t have much
But what I have is gold
I try to see outside myself
I understand the eyes
Excuse all the highs
Sorry
I am sorry
Ha ha
Rainy day in York
drank ale with some metalheads
far too many cigs.
went to York today
wandered around by myself
vaguely refreshing.
FUCK WASPS.
Seriously.
I like you, love you, every coast of you.
I’ve seen your eddies and tides and hurricanes and cyclones.
Low ebb tide and high, full moon.
Up close and distant.
I read you.
Look, the sky, the sea, the ocean, the sun, the moon.
Blue, blue, blue, blue, blue, blue, blue blue, blue, blue, blue, blue.
Naked and blue.
Breathing with you. Touch. Change. Shift. Allow air. Window open. Drift. Drift away. Into now.
This is my time and I am thrilled to be alive.
Living. Blessed. I understand.
Twentieth century,
Collapse Into Now.
Yeah I’m enjoying the new REM album.
(via fuckyeahmichaelstipe)
