Yes, London. You know, fish, chips, cup o tea, bad food, worse weather, Mary-fucking-Poppins. London!
I've always envied people who sleep easily. Their brains must be cleaner, the floorboards of the skull well swept, all the little monsters closed up in a steamer trunk at the foot of the bed.
I have had to come to terms with wearing glasses.
Your veins are using up the redness of the world...that will cost you a tsunami of emotions.
She was tasting like sunset on a hot summer dayShiny wetness in a bottledrifting on a sea of forgotten teardropsFlirty clouds floating in her thoughts,Stars consuming her nights.Fading like a photograph. ~C.
The day...I planned a lot but actually do nothing.