I want a lover I don't have to love

I want a boy who's so drunk he doesn't talk
Where's the kid with the chemicals?
I've got a hunger and I can't seem to get full
I need some meaning I can memorize
The kind I have always seems to slip my mind But you, but you... You write such pretty words
But life's no storybook Love's an excuse to get hurt And to hurt.
Do you like to hurt?
I do,
I do



Bright Eyes - Lover I Don't Have To love

Don't Ever Buy nothing From A Man Named Truth...

Reading Festival is upon me, I leave tommorow for an exteneded weekend of amazing music, drunken antics and a distinct lack of food/sleep, should be good.


I got my results last thursday before setting off to Southend for the weekend, which was awesome, my results less so, but I'll rectify that come January, I'll write a massive post (makes a change...) when I get back from Reading Festivallllll

If I go to heaven, I'll be bored as hell, like a little baby at the bottom of a well.

Bon Voyage... I'm hitting the road baby, and trust me it's gonna be crazy...