i'm neurotic. recently,
i'm looking for filthy nights. dirty people. spontaneous fucking fun.
i like sticky dancefloors, smelly clubs, whiskey straight or red wine from the bottle.
you probably don't think that i'm an 'individual' and i couldn't give a shit if that's the case, i don't try to make myself one and i'm not sure i really want to be alone in the world feeling, thinking, doing things that nobody else has ever felt, thought or done before. but i'm slightly screwed all the same.
don't add me if you complain about photographs not behind cuts andlengthy, barely readable entries. i don't comment on entries that give me no easy way of response but if i have feedback i'll write something worth a reply.
recent addictions: fashion photography, zebra print, myspace (fuck yes), whiskey and ginger beer, teaparties and picnics, jack daniels in hammocks, adventures and travelling, EXIT festival (bring on july), exams exams exams!, random shop stops in 24 hour supermarkets, journals, LONDON (kings college in september darlings!) the sunshine and friends in parks and dancing, fucking dancing..