Jeff Buckley, James Vincent McMorrow, Patrick Watson and Bon Iver.
The best of best friends when your drunk on the negative thoughts that you can’t consciously stay distracted from forever.
They seem to make it that little bit less awful and that little bit more poetic to be having “one of those days”.
Surrounded by so many people I love and adore but continuously feeling like when I hit rock bottom I have no one to turn to.
My gym is opposite the tip top baking factory and that smell of freshly baked raisin bread isn’t doing me any favours.