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.
PRESENTS! round one (insert new mac in here when it finally arrives) thanks mother adams you star! tomorrow it’s a looong drive to devon to see my dad and christmas round two. bring it the fuck on.