sometimes words speak louder than actions
you sit in a summer breeze, and lust after life
dress, h&m; white socks, topshop; dusty blue brogues, office; crucifix, topshop
summer's rolled on in, and I've just rolled over again in bed
its sad when sickness hits you, because summer is so much better enjoyed outside
and after so much confinement, my patience is wearing thin
me and my parents went to Richmond park and I got to giggle and sit amongst the deer and their newly sprouting antlers.
it was a glorious day, in what could have been a glorious summer.
alas we continue onwards