I was speaking with one of my favorite people yesterday who commented how I haven’t been around.
Truth be told, the luthier fucked up my game for a hot second. So yeah, she’s right. I haven’t really been around. I’ve been out and about – all over the place.
My heart has been kicked around at this point to a degree where getting over another break-up has taken on a new tone. I used to try to think of what could be done differently, or how to fix things. Continue reading
Alright. I think it’s officially sunk in that I was recently whisked away on an escapade to Italy for a week of utter bliss and incomparable romance. My relationship with the luthier has essentially evolved beyond language.
I’m settling into life, it’s strange. I still have itchy feet and tend to be short with my spoken words – alas, my world is entirely different. Like, everything is completely different.
I was trying to explain this to my besty David last night. He reckons I’m dreary and that I should be in all of my literal glory at the moment. I don’t think I’m dreary, I’m adjusting. I forgot what being happy was like. Continue reading
I went and saw Radiohead tonight. It briefly took my mind off the luthier.
Not for too long.
At the moment it’s pushing 3am and I’m blasting Ella Henderson. Mainly on a lyrical basis: Continue reading
I’m nearly half way there.
Just this: Continue reading
come mi betide
ho assaggiato l’oceano
quando ho baciato lui
e ha salvato la mia vita. Continue reading