Whiskey,The London Suede, sparkly things, PJ Harvey, Denver, Supergrass, cities, Bowie, Ryan Adams, Interpol, Kate Bush, the years 1977 and 1985, autumn, Phil Spector & Motown, Warhol, computers, sex, cruel boys and girls, night time, pink flamingos, flashbulbs, basements, whispering and anything that goes in, along with or is affected by those things.
Sex, blood and spit put to the sounds of a boy choir
I recently quit smoking, started going to the gym and eating better. I’m healthier but honestly, what the hell was I thinking?
Sometimes it is so much harder than I allow myself to think. I’m always telling myself these little things but am I lying to myself? How would I know if I am? Would I feel it in my heart? I never thought of any of this until someone else told me that he didn’t deserve me.
I have never had a blog before in my life. But I like it. A place where I can write and say and talk about whatever the fuck I want? Yes please.