well, darling, that's what you get for falling again.
going home soon, where ever home is. sometimes i think it's leeds. sometimes manchester. mostly it's on a plane into the middle of no where.
ever get that feeling when you just want to shut your eyes, jump on a bus, and let it take you far, far away?
some of us resist the urge every day.
just go. no one will miss you.
i've never been to london.
streets paved with dreams and all that fairytaleshit.
fuck your consumerism and late night premieres.
i want to be where no one is here.
autumn is my favourite month.
let's just collapse into piles of leaves, and pretend we're free.
don't be scared, pretty boy, come with me.
