Friday 31 July 2009

lost/lonely

It's nothing like looking through cardboard tube and seeing the sun. It's a headache that never really stops, it's like someone perpetually pushing your eyelids. It's like a cracked rib or a broken heart. It's an everlasting ache and throb.
Holidays don't make it better, you're just packing up your sadness and taking it to another time zone. It's the friend that annoys you but you can't seem to sake off, everyone else likes him so he sticks around.
Sometimes it feels like my eyes have been pulled out with ice cream scoopers, and that my stomach has been torn out of my mouth by a hand that plunged, then grasped and scratched.
Imagine chasing something you'll never catch, a taste that never really lingers. Something instant and sweet, it only stays for a moment, but a moment long enough to leave an imprint. A battle is sometimes won but the war rages on.
Every man, woman and child is an island. Mine doesn't get many visitors.

Sunday 26 July 2009

i love the feeling when we lift off


going to florida tomorrow, so no blogging for three weeks! (maybe, the chances are i'll get desperate and hunt down an internet cafe just so i can tell you about my day).
i'm looking forward to it loads, but also a tiny bit miffed i'm going to miss a summer with my best friends, ah well, such is life, and they'll still be here when i get back; well, most of them. ANYWAY, ttfn, blog again in three weeks :) x

lover you should have come over


there's no place like manchester..
there's no place like manchester..
there's no place like manchester..
















Saturday 25 July 2009

poor little rich boy





met rona last night, she's rather lovely. i knew everyone else from parties/ pub times of old. haven't been to the buck on a friday in ages..














FAT WHITEYYYYYY:

Friday 24 July 2009

all's quiet and dead on basin street tonight, and it's lonely.




me and matt are like the only two people on a sinking ship, we can't stop it going down, but we can have a chat and accompany each other as we slowly sink deeper and deeper into a dark and brutal abyss, and somehow that makes it seem a little better.

i don't know who did the paintings (although i certainly know they are beautiful) but i know matt did the majority of the photography, i took the one of the trees and the painting on the wall.