I'm interminably restless, but it's a futile kind of energy, not enough to put to any good use. Like I'm waiting for life to start again, and passing from moment to moment in the meantime, seizing upon any little thing that I find beautiful just to have something to concentrate on. I'm so dreadfully unfocussed my attention span is even shorter than
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Nah. I don't normally ascribe names or personalities to my houseplants - it's just that Julian is a tree, not a normal plant, and rather special. Besides which I'm not allowed to have any pets in halls and I wanted someone to keep me company, and look disapproving when I smoke, and things. Knowing me I'll absent-mindedly feed him on vodka and coffee and he'll die young of a caffeine-induced heart attack.
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There were so many nights last year when I would go out and walk for hours & the city would be shrouded in a fabulous mist & those are some of my favourite memories. It snowed here the year before last & that was gorgeous, too :>
take care miss
xoxo
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Are you staying this autumn, or are you really going to leave? It'd be a shame if you did - we could have met for coffee sometime, maybe.
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