i remember when the days were long. hey i'm rich, twenty-three, a small village near sunny brighton. england.
music, indie films, maps, science, vegetarianism, tea, tattoos, pretty girls and whatnot.
i love this type of weather. i mean, i’d love to be earning money but for now i’m pretty happy crashing out in phil’s living room with everyone, drinking and watching lord of the rings. also i have an excuse for looking exceptionally pale.

i love this type of weather. i mean, i’d love to be earning money but for now i’m pretty happy crashing out in phil’s living room with everyone, drinking and watching lord of the rings. also i have an excuse for looking exceptionally pale.