i can't get no.

Like an itch i can't reach, I feel pressure on all sides closing in with little hope of release.
I need to be in a meadow; an icy frozen meadow, until my nose is cold and my cheeks are flushed.
To fling my heart open wide and let some love out.
To pore over books with genuine curiosity.
To play guitar until my fingers begin to bleed.


In the meantime, I broke down and bought this. The songs that I love, I really love and I can totally see what all the fuss is about.



And on my lunch break I bought this Donegal Tweed jacket @ J Crew, because I like to pretend owning things makes me terminally happy. If it's any consolation to those who find that concept shallow, I look really very good in tweed. I'll post some pictures tomorrow to prove I'm twee as fuck.