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Scanned Negatives Luke

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i always thought nostalgia meant sickness, like “i’m nostalgic” i thought it meant you felt sick. no, ok i was wrong, i was thinking of nausia. fair play.

talking about the actual meaning of nostalgic, i charged my ancient ipod sunday night - oh sweet jesus did i begin to reminiss. i felt like i was 14 again, dancing aroung my bedroom past 12 wielding the ipod as a mic pretending to be in a music video. except; i am not fourteen, i am not even sixteen. i am an adult - dhun-dhun-dhun! shock.horror.madness

too much had changed now, i couldn’t be that teenager - (frankly,i don’t think i would want to re-live those years in all fairness) no, i had to be strong, like titanium (bad comparison) i had to be strong despite just wanting to throw my hands in the air and saying: “I DON’T GIVE A FLYING MONKEY SCROTUM ABOUT YOU OR YOUR ISSUES, THIS THAT AND THE OTHER FUCKING PROBLEM GIMMIE 20 QUID AND HAND ME A DRINK” but as i was sitting on public transport at the time i couldn’t exactly express my feelings of resentment towards the general public. i’d felt like i’d been worn down by all the routines that circulated me and all the responsibilities that had been thrown at me. like most things in my mundaine life - i jump to a challenge feet first with shit heels on usually. yes, i took control and kicked my arse into gear this past year.

i am happy. am i? sure you are.

Seriously speaking, all i’m intrested in at the moment in smoking, drinking my body weight in black coffee and reading articles in the cold- whilst i smoke and drink cwoffee. i’m not being pretentious, or even trying to be. i just do it because its what i fancy doing in the ad breaks for Gilmore Girls. this routine is followed by rooting in the kitchen for a possible meal deciding on not having anything because nothing took my fancy for the 2nd/3rd time that morning (because clearly after 6months on a diet of beans on toast/peanut butter+jam on toast - they didn’t cut the mustard. then i go to college, where i sink into comfort of work - subjects and matters i understand - which is bizarre as some subjects are complex but i’ll get frustrated at the simplest things.

what i do look foward to though is reading ‘breakfast at tiffany’s’ with a really harsh light pointing to my ceiling. after 12.

i feel nauseous now

HIII YOU GUYS big love for this chap

HIII YOU GUYS big love for this chap

i woke up and smelt the coffee.