I went to Leeds fest and had a whale of a time. Once the mud covered willies were off I felt a sense of nothingness. The end of the drunkenly made friendships, the collapse of the faux comradery, those faces I shall never see again-It all made me feel empty.
Unfortunately I fell into the role of a festival cliché, the sort who wakes up with not only a hangover but regrets of the night before.
I get my AS results tomorrow, I’m terrified. That much is to be expected, the reason however isn’t. Most fear the unknown, the opening of the dreaded envelope, the turning of the results sheet.
How have they done?
—Joe E. Lewis
(Source: fuckyesmattsmith)
I cannot wait to go to hell.
William-Adolphe Bouguereau
Dante And virgil In Hell -1850
Goosebumps
I found myself doing something yesterday that i rarely do. I sat in silence, in the dark.
I LOVE musicals
As I lay in bed i can hear my heart beating heavily. Not because I’m excited of what tomorrow may bring or of what trivial events may ensue. No, it’s heavy because of what tomorrow won’t bring; happiness, success and love.
