I was just applying to be an English tutor for ‘less privileged’ kids in schools in London and I realised as it asked me about why I wanted to do it that I was sitting drinking wine instead of eating because I have no food. SO that’s good.
My uni, in comparison with another: ‘not as full of bowl-cutted conceptual art students from Leamington at Goldsmiths’ BRILL. BRILL. I do know a fair few people with bowl cuts tho. fuck
I think on a sunday i’m just naturally more needy even when i’m not hungover.
I start my Romanticism module today well fun
Dear ppls of the internets in their many various forms, I have like a legit poetry blog (ie I’m at uni doing English spending money I can’t afford to live in London just so I can make the most of the creative opportunities) and I would love a good few of you to at least look + follow if you’re great and brillclever people it’s mostlywineandwrds.tumblr.com so have a gander + I’ll try update when I’m actually gonna do any readings which is my main focus this year. Please do checkitout muchos love Danny (ME!) xo
when I’m drunk I just wanna chain smoke and cry at x-factor but no. not in london yet. YAY.
You deserve happiness. I could do with some too. Eventually we’ll have to learn to leave each other alone.
It was a romantic dream you had
that we’d wake up to birdsong together,
but you turned them into your sirens
and sung your battle cry from the shower
as I prepared for you to finish up
and start our breakfast warfare.
With a mock shooting action you
presented soldiers and pretended to
He is a force of nature. I’m usually too
scared to react to people, if I’m alone, but
I did then ‘cause I was sat on my own and
he seemed to take that as a good omen.
I was waiting for someone, as ever,
sitting and thinking about shit like how
some artists work better when they’re drunk.