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Watch the morning rain as it falls on our tongues.

_theghostofagoodthing_

About Me

i'm 17 and have just left Dixons CIty Academy sixth form.. i've dropped out at the end of year 12 to go to leeds college of art and design next year.I'm in a lovely relationship at the moment and have a good enough job... for now. i am in a loevly acoustic duo with my good friend tom and we are in the midst of setting up a Promotions company.

My Interests

ART. PHOTOGRAPHY.

I'd like to meet:

My dad.The way i've never really known him.I don't mean anything bad by this i just don't remember what he was like before the accident.

Music:

Camera obscura. Yeah yeah yeah's. Forward russia. Jeremy warmsley. I'm from barcelona. Swound. Kate nash. Laura marling. Regina spektor. Noah and the whale. Thom stone. Thomas J.Speight. Lucy and the caterpillar. Goldfrapp. The cure. Lightspeed champion. Bloc party. The coral. Eva cassidy. Joni mitchell. Norah jones. Paramore. Oonagh ryder. Joe brooks. Los campesinos. Dashboard confessional. The hush sound. Sufjan stevens. O lousy tired girl.

Movies:

Donnie Darko. Fried green tomatos. Waynes world. About a boy. Notting hill. Alfie. Ferris buelers day off. Napolien Dynamite.

Television:

SPACED.the inbetweeners skins

Books:

Simon armitage ... HomecomingThink, two things on their own and both at once. The first, that exercise in trust, where those in front stand with their arms spread wide and free-fall backwards, blind, and those behind take all the weight.The second, one canary-yellow cotton jacket on a cloakroom floor, uncoupled from its hook, becoming scuffed and blackened underfoot. Back home the very model of a model of a mother, yours, puts two and two together, makes a proper fist of it and points the finger. Temper, temper. Questions in the house. You seeing red. Blue murder. Bed.Then midnight when you slip the latch and sneak no further than the phonebox at the corner of the street; I'm waiting by the phone, although it doesn't ring because it's sixteen years or so before we'll meet. Retrace that walk towards the garden gate; in silhouette a father figure waits there, wants to set things straight.These ribs are pleats or seams. These arms are sleeves. These fingertips are buttons, or these hands can fold into a clasp, or else these fingers make a zip or buckle, you say which. Step backwards into it and try the same canary-yellow cotton jacket, there like this, for size again. It still fits.

Heroes:

There is someone in my life of whom i consider my biggest hero. I hope that one day things may just change and they will know this, but until that day i would just like to thank them!AND MY FRIENDS ARE LEGENDS!!

My Blog

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Posted by Watch the morning rain as it falls on our tongues. on Sun, 24 Jun 2007 07:18:00 PST