Baking. In pretty dresses. Travelling. Daydreaming. Dancing in the rain. Learning, growing. Late night bike rides in awesome company. Manchester cafes. Frisbee in the park. Tattoos. Piercings. www.couchsurfing.com. Dancing round my room with my headphones on, like a mentalist. Grinning for no real reason in the street. Reading in the park. All night conversations. Sun on my face and Kimberley Rogers. Vegan sushi. Beer Club (minus the beer). Thunderstorms. Picnics. Marmite. Peanut butter. Braised tofu. Porridge. Mac & Chreese. Tea! Vegan food in general. Graffitti. Reading in the park. Snow angels. All night conversations. Long emails. Morrissey quiffs. Sun on my face and Kimberley Rogers. Manchester. New York. Norfolk, VA. Squashy, comfy sofas to curl up on with a good book. Gladioli. Daisy chains. Cuddles with my cat. Baths with rose petals and bath bombs. Animal rights. Blue skies. Spring. Cinnamon. Sending/receiving post. Catching up with friends. French Cinema.
The Smiths. Bright Eyes. Interpol. The Shins. Arcade Fire. The (International) Noise Conpiracy. Death From Above 1979. Minus the Bear. Brand New. The Postal Service. Cursive. The Faint. Morrissey. Iron and Wine. Casiotone For The Painfully Alone. Yeah Yeah Yeahs. The Fall of Troy. Every Time I Die. Hope of the States. Radiohead. Blood Brothers. Refused. Final Fantasy. Broken Social Scene. Converge. Imogen Heap. Joy Division. Bob Dylan. The Beatles. The Velvet Underground. Frou Frou. Radiohead. Thursday. The Libertines. Joanna Newsom. Tilly and the Wall. Chiodos. Sigur Ros.
Post me a mix CD to Russia and I'll love you forever.
"But the night rolls around and it all starts making sense,
There is no right way or wrong way, you just have to live,
And so I do what I do and at least I exist,
What could mean more than this?"