i really can't wait for summer.

if you've been wondering where i was, which you probably weren't, i forgot my password again.

i'm a bit of a vacant block.



all these photos remind me of summer, which i can't wait for. is that sad that i can't wait for summer, but we haven't even started winter? i'm setting myself up to be dissapointed.

if i could bottle up the sea breeze, i would take it over to your house and pour it loose through your garden, so the hinges on your windows would rust and colour like the boats pulled up on the sand for the summer and your sweet clean clothes would go stiff from the line and there'd be sand in your pockets and nothing on your mind.

.ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh.

i wan't to live like we lived in the summer.