Happy Birthday Mr President.

Everytime we turn older,

we grow a little bolder.

Pretty self explanatory to be honest, Mr Crofton himself turned into a MAN. Yes. The grand ole Eighteen. He's made it this far and broken lots of things along the way, but gosh darn it he knows how to smile and say; "it's fiiiiiiiiine." 

What a legend.

PS. Sorry I couldn't have made the camera cake. That would have been pretty damn cool.

xoxo 

Merseyside (ExplorationNo.2)

Cindy Doll and Blood and Shoes

Edinburgh. Christmas. 2010.

PretendingBowie.

MA CHAMBRE.

We watched a sciencefictiondoublefeature.

I said goodbye with pizza pie.

Edinburgh: Aggie's flat is where it' at.
There was a man playing an accordion on the edge of a Christmas fair,
ginger biscuits and lights
everywhere lights.
Big rooms with tall ceilings and faded floral wallpaper, a rope instead of a banister.
Snow
everywhere snow.
Wellingtons and wet mittens and pancakes at midnight.
A castle, a carousel, four second hand shops and trains.
Waiting in the station
marks and sparks, a card, no sleep and rain.
Couldn't crack out the cold, December's blisters, back in Kings Cross, darling
weather's to blame.
xoxo

It's been too long (and now I'm gone).

I discovered Daria, courtesy of Ellie:)

JUST A PICTURE TO REMIND YOU OF SUMMER IN THESE WINTER MONTHS.
Off to Edinburgh where it's minus 11 degrees. D:
xoxo