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.
just been looking at my sent messages recently and apparently i’m not very good at sending short texts. i tend to rant on a bit and go off on weird tangents and whatnot. so if i’ve text you recently, i’m sorry about the length.