December 2010
i’ve been feeling so damn sentimental lately.
i need to snap myself out of it.
if i may say one thing...
i really fucking love deerhunter.
they are almost as good as tame impala.
dear you
you really know how to get to me. and it pisses me off and keeps me standing by the phone waiting for you to reply. so…stop it.
Sunny days on the beach just don’t do it for me.
I prefer maudlin ,gloomy, overcast weather.
Smelling wet air.
No foul dead fish smell,all of it washed clean.
I prefer warmth, and memory.
Of other days and other things.
Because ever since i was 3, all I’ve ever known of the beach…
was the cold and the comfort it lent me.
“she doesn’t like the friends that i make
doesn’t make friends for...”
– Tame Impala
sunday morning...
rain is falling…
wait
fuck
it’s saturday.
i wish
i could talk to you
but i don’t know how.
