last night i was convinced someone was in my flat. i heard them come up the stairs. but no one was there...

i had thoughts about how i exist in the wrong era. it's too bright and fluid. i prefer subtle, muted and rigid.

i also kept thinking about the summers that i spent in holland. two in particular.

the first was the summer that i spent in gouda. ( Read more... )

i once heard someone say that the concept of moderation seems a little extreme, and i agree.

moderation is idiocy perpetuated by the alcohol industry, which bombards us with warnings about 'drinking responsibly' in order to absolve itself from the irresponsibility that alcohol awakens in just about anyone at some time or another.

even years from now ( Read more... )

yesterday i had a good cry and wished that i wasn't broken.
then i gave myself a good talking too.

fuck it. i can't help being broken. i'm slightly less broken now which is good. 
i'll always be broken. always have been, always will be. but i'm finding pieces everyday.

and i think life would be boring if i wasn't broken.
i have too many good stories and ( Read more... )

i think my brain meat is rotting.

"when you're young you get sad. then you get high."

*yawn

normal service will return shortly ( Read more... )

i actually think i could be dying.
i've never felt like this before.

i think i'll be back in hospital before the end of monday.

i got back from dublin on wednesday. didn't make it home till friday.
too much of this


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so i've been here one week ( Read more... )

i'm sat here in my underwear with the balcony door wide open.
i love the sun.
and leather sofas that aren't slippy.

i am in dublin with my partner in crime laura.
we are drunk.
i am more drunk cause i am a light-weight.
i can type suprisingly well when drunk. 
but text less well.
we drink wine while watching nathan barley and haggard.
and laugh.
yes.
tomorrow we visit a prison to take pictures.
i'm happy but also sad.
i dont know what to do.
too many choices.
too many ( Read more... )