June 2011
7 posts
I think everything counts a little more than we...
I’m organising thoughts, rebuilding my mindset, into an impenetrable fortress that can keep me safe from anything, I get good at doing that.
This ramble is more a cathartic outlet than anything else, but if it interests any one of my, what is it, eight followers…Then great. If not then sorry, yes it will be incredibly twee so you have been forewarned/stop reading here.
Where I am now...
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this summer is put together beautifully
Big wet bottle in my fist, big wet rose in my teeth So tall I take over the street, with highbeams shining on my back A wingspan unbelievable I’m a festival, I’m a parade.
And all the wine is all for me.
This summer is going to soar
nostalgia
“it’s delicate, but potent. Teddy told me that in Greek, ‘nostalgia’ literally means ‘the pain from an old wound.’ It’s a twinge in your heart far more powerful than memory alone. This device isn’t a spaceship, it’s a time machine. It goes backwards, and forwards… it takes us to a place where we ache to go again. It’s not called the...
