I'm a simple girl, I like my home comforts and my friends. I'm not much of a drinker, although I do indulge occasionally. I'm an ubergeek, I love sci-fi and computers, I don't think I'd survive very long without a broadband connection. I'm currently studying Philosophy and Religious Studies at Lancaster University, which I love. I think I'm a relatively decent person, I'll always try to do what I can for my friends, but I guess you'd have to ask my friends about that!
New Year's Eve Prayer - Jeff Buckley
You, my love, are allowed to forget about the christmas you just spent stressed out in your parents house.
You, my love, are allowed to shed the weight of all the years before like bad disco clothes, save them for a night of dancing, stoned with your lover.
You, my love, are allowed to let yourself drown every night in bottomless, wild and naked symbolic dreams.
You, my love, in sleep can unlock your youth and your most terrifying magic and dreaming is for the courageous.
You, my love, are allowed to grab my guitar and sing me idiot love songs if you lost your ability to speak; keep it down to two minutes.
You, my love, are allowed to rot and to die and to live again more alive and incandescent than before.
You, my love, are allowed to beat the shit out of your television, choke it's thoughts and corrupt its mind kill kill kill kill the motherfucker before the song of zombiefied pain and panic and malaise and its narrow right winged vision and its cheap commercial gang rape becomes the white noise of the world (turn about is fair play).
You, my love, are allowed to forgive and love your television.
You, my love, are allowed to speak in kisses to those around you and those up in heaven.
You, my love, are allowed to show your babies how to dance full bodied, starry eyed, audacious, supernatural and glorified.
You, my love, are allowed to suck in every single endeavor.
You, my love, are allowed to be soaked like a lovers blanket in the New York summertime with the wonder of your own special gift.
You, my love, are allowed to receive praise.
You, my love, are allowed to have time.
You, my love, are allowed to understand.
You, my love, are allowed to love.
Woman disobey.
Little man believe.
You, my love, are a rebellion.
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