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the safest way to double your money is to fold it in your pocket

shes all bright eyes and watercolour skies

fairy lights dot to dot to dot, 20 stars strung in a row for a quid, you cant really deny that, the under rated pop singer from the other room shouting out day to day qualms in a remarkable fashion, how can i possibly convey my thoughts and feelings as good as this guy? it seems so distant, days when i’d write passively, with fervor and meaning, now im just writing about how i cant write with fervor and meaning, but yet i still write. girls from the past always find a way of haunting your towers, it’s just the nine oclock blues i think. sundays slum their way across the sky, time as relative as it gets, i wish i could fall into the tv like my peers, but theres something missing and its killing me just now.

neat whiskey, nae ice on a sunday night

this song would write itself if it had a pen

it's a horrible time to be a teenager

i’m glad im with the normal, hungover people