20 years young

University of Nottingham student. Full time film geek. Obsessively spending too much money on gigs since 1993. This is my 'blog'.


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bitches bitchin'
"I want to roll over at 2 a.m. to a kiss from you not a text message"
— (via clumsiest)

(Source: lezbianzdoitbetter)


i want a word for the almost-home.

that point where the highway’s monotony becomes familiar
that subway stop whose name will always wake you from day’s-end dozing
that first glimpse of the skyline
that you never loved until you left it behind.

what do you call the exit sign you see even in your dreams?
is there a name for the airport terminal you come back to,
comfortably exhausted?

i need a word for rounding your corner onto your street,
for seeing your city on the horizon,
for flying homewards down your highway.

give me a word for the boundary
between the world you went to see
and the small one you call your own.

i want a word for the moment you know
you’re almost home.


there and back again, n.m.h. (via anoraborealis)

There is a rest stop just inside the North Carolina border coming from Virginia where we always stop and go “Whew. Nearly there.”

(via ursulavernon)


Is IKEA even real
"I need someone who
Sees the fire in my eyes and
wants to play with it."
Haiku by l.s.f. (via ech0-of-silence)

(Source: despawndent)

The best and most important kind of friendships are those where you can go months or even years without seeing/talking to each other but as soon as you do it isn’t awkward or anything and you fall back into chatting like you’ve never been apart and it’s just such a nice feeling