new home

i have a new home, but it isn't really here or there. it's hard to fit in sometimes. it's strange waking up with your hand in someone else's. but it's nice. it's nicer than nice

wandering with hanah in the woods. it rained so hard that we crawled home, soaked and frozen half to death. i'm going to take pictures here soon, if only someone will let me take pictures of them

my favourite things

i'm not ginger anymore and this is old now

beat-herder festival things - the most amazing weekend

just things

when maxxie played at a gig in bradford

best friend

the foxes faux in keighley, on the olympic torch relay day. their music is so lively and sweet, it's music that makes you giggle

keighley in bloom. i can't wait to leave this town, yet i know i'll miss it when i go. it's a strange one

i don't know why i do blog posts like this. i guess i just like to think that people find them interesting. like reading someones diary, like a book. but my life isn't good enough of a story to read in that way

i have my berlin and melt festival pictures to do now. this will take me days on end