Picture: John Meakin
every sweater I own smells of cigarettes.
so a certain choirboy came into my life recently.
(by marguerite☆)
Peter Diamond - A Funeral
a best friend with an emotional crisis means it’s time to grab the leftover vodka from the underwear drawer and drive over.
I’m chasing something, that’s for sure.
bon iver, singing me into summer.
the smiths, an article about homosexuality in islam, pants off.
bong rips in the misty fog, heater on while I’m gone.
when relationships end the least we can do is take friends and a few wine bottles to the park to lick each other’s wounds.
