"Imagine a city where graffiti wasn't illegal, a city where everybody drew whatever they liked. Where every street was awash with a million colours and little phrases. Where standing at a bus stop was never boring. A city that felt like a party where everyone was invited, not just the estate agents and barons of big business. Imagine a city like that and stop leaning against the wall - it's wet. “ - Banksy

it was bloody cold.

Monday, July 11, 2011

I started up my running again a while back, and now have Posterior Compartment Syndrome. YAAAAAAAY.

Friday, July 8, 2011

The idea that one person could be all things to another person, satisfy every need or even more than one, is sentimental and mawkish.

I have come to the conclusion that I am a heartless bitch.