we'll be chasing the sun this summer

i dont want to be alone 

Will Sing For Beer

i had one of 'those' days. i overslept, got hit in the face with a rugby ball and squirted an orange in my eye. not productive. also, skipping lessons to go the pub probably limits my prospects in life. maybe i'll just work in a shop and fall in love with a builder.

on a more pleasant note... i cannot wait for summer to start. under the cruel british school system im obliged to be totured by teachers for another month. no wonder i drown my sorrows at 10 in the morning. once im set free it is down to dublin i go, to be reunited with my lover, my mot, my soulmate, my eternal joy. aoife!

we're planning to be bums this summer. tramps, if you will, living off beer and couchsurfing. ahhh dream summer.

and also as a well-done-for-getting-expelled-and-getting-your-life-back-on-track-so-quickly-and-getting-a-job-at-a-greenpeace-office present, my mum is taking to Paris for a long weekend in September. yuss.

until then, i'll spend my days making friends with other failures in life at the pub and playing the Maccabees on ziggy my ukulele.

happy wednesday, Raya

Sometimes it's just me and all my bottles all alone, I ain't coming back this time.

Summer's here, heavy air, loud and alive

the days are rare

the most thoughtful eyes will never find

the corner where the quiet lies

C'est la vie

evening m'darlings. hope lifes not taking too much of a toll of you. its been a stressy week in school and its safe to say i havn't been having to best of weeks. oh well it should look up rather soon due to some much-needed RETAIL THERAPY. i've been bumming it in my sherpa shirts and unbrushed hair. like a boss hobo.
winters started with a bang so we've been layering it up. oh how i long for summer days where theres tons of festivals nd we can wander barefoot, barelegged. ahhhhhhh. six months left.

current life situation: FUCKED




love always, raya