top; topman. skirt; american apparel. necklace; birthday present. tights; primark.
oh, hello university room.
and i've started doing my weird salute thing again. haven't done that since year nine. people must think i'm weird.
word to mother
ever want to go outside?
just... outside
to a field, park, roof, overgrown carpark, whatever.
get out.
wow, university's been intense.
i need sleep, and freshers isn't even over yet.
i am helium raven
friends in a phone box (because it was cold outside)
pimms, doritos, and mugs of tea at mine (spy the disposable camera!)
me. in liverpool. with a wonky skirt.
cardigan; vintage. blondie(!) tee; h&m kids. skirt; fat face. bag; internaçionale. very dead shoes; topshop.
basically, i'm going to university this weekend. this means i have no idea when i'll next have an internet connection, ergo have the ability to reply to comments.
and yes, i'll get round to buying a digital camera at some point, promise. i know you must all be getting tired of these disposable excuses.
wow
the reality of me moving out hasn't actually hit yet
title lyrics: birdland - patti smith
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