I finished reading ‘Sarah’ on Wednesday and I still feel all weird because of the ending.
King Of The World - Porcelain And The Tramps.
Nice beard you’re hiding behind, man. I’m going to start calling you Zac Efron.
Simply hearing your name makes me want you all over again.
Slow Hands - Interpol.
I often sit there and think about a certain person, I think about them for so long I begin to sub-conciously feel what I think in my head is going to happen. Then it doesn’t and I feel terrible for a few minutes. And then I think again.
Oh Star - Paramore.
The moment when you sit there re-reading someones work and wishing all of the characters were real. Or at least a film was adapted from the story. THESE FUCKING CHARACTERS, MAN.
Still questioning Arthur’s marriage. Still.