February 2012
Someone be cute and take a bath with me.
Fuck it. I’d rather see the Cure in another country and have a good time (Optimus Alive) than go to Leeds again this year and end up wanting to kill myself. Leeds Fest, I love you, but you’re bringing me down.
Aw. The new tumblr layout’s far too hipster for my liking.
I’d love to be a film director/screenwriter, but I haven’t got the tiniest inkling of what would make a good actor, and how you’d go about in physically directing a person into a character that’s already alive inside your head. I love the visual sense of it all, but I couldn’t really see myself being commanding enough to be a visionary. I’ve been writing...
Banning smoking in pubs has got to be the stupidest policy the government has ever evoked on this godforsaken country.
