sit the fuck down

this is the break down of the family tree -
branches snapping under your feet.
immorality was never so fun than when influenced by six diet coke and rums.
no no no yes.
nine in the morning. or evening. or never.

we live for dreams we can't even remember.
but i'll never forget missing you.
i'll never forget kissing you.
i'll never forget hating everything about you.

damn.


smileandlockitaway
x

i can get angry

please.
take me home.

picadilly

ativan.

eden

smoke alarms and 2am rain -
it's almost halloween again.
ghosts settle in streets, and feel like they fit in.
invisibility of sins.

smile for the camera, baby.
you're about to win.

automatic

cheap wine and 24/7 liqueur stores will be the downfall of this generation.
or maybe just my integrity.

i did it again last night.
fuck. fuck. damn.

get the doctor on the phone -
this girl is scared of being alone.

elle

cynical. hipbones. sarcastic. insomnia. bass guitar. coffee. sunflowers. irish. vegetarian. yellow. untrusting. emotionally bankrupt. signatures. insecure. eyeliner. paper and ink. "fuck". lyrics. gin. diet coke. movies. anxiety. hands. photography. music. dresses. the morning after. 60's rock. raver. glow sticks. "win". chipped nail varnish. bruised. cheap wine. "knock knock, jokes". the magic roundabout.


"these insecurities will eat you up" she said.

"you need a danger sign on your forehead, to warn people not to get too close"

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.