Stornoway.
Stornoway.
Stornoway.
Beautiful band. Makes me happy and wanting to put on a burny coloured jumper all warm and soft and go wander around the countryside in long dew-wet grass patting random horses and holding hands and wearing spotty wellies and jumping through grey puddles which splash reflections of branches up around my feet.
Soul.
I love music which is kind of sad when you hear it recorded, but live, it becomes a celebration of everything. Bon Iver. Mumford & Sons. That kind of sad, and then live you just want to jump around and laugh and love everyone.
We were born to be free, but birth was an invasion of privacy.
I don't have much to say for myself, except that I like knowing who matters to me. And I know you do. I'm not sure where I draw my lines where betrayal would happen. I want to be free, free from lines.
Peppers. Peppers. Peppers.
I love guacomole. Avocados are beautiful.
Once upon a time we were shadows in the candle light. Now we walk tall in the day light down the middle of the road, knowing ourselves and the foxes.
Let's ignore the confusion. That sparkly grey cloud can just waft around for now.
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