looking at photo’s of people
you once knew, and realising you don’t recognise them anymore
or that they look just the same as they always did
neither seem to feel right
you once knew, and realising you don’t recognise them anymore
or that they look just the same as they always did
neither seem to feel right

Ha ha ha…
(Source: shadesofaugust)
to look at someone’s facebook who i used to be so close to and just realise i don’t even know them anymore at all. it’s like this aching nostalgic feeling. and at the same time i’m angry at this person for pushing me away when they were the one to pull me closer in the first place.
i miss my friend, my friend was taken from me. i feel like now, he would know what to say. he would be able to give me a push in the right direction, i feel so unsure with work. i need someone to talk to and i feel like that someone is this old friend of mine.
too bad i guess.
The men of ”The Avengers”
i think i love them all

last night i was at the olypmia in liverpool watching placebo.
i was thoroughly impressed, they put on a wonderful show and they sounded perfect. they sounded exactly as they do on their albums.
although i saw more pairs of creepers last night than i’ve seen collectively since i was 15.
i guess i haven’t really had much of interest to say, other than unloading a load of tiny insignificant details about my day on to the internet which aren’t of any consequence to me let alone anyone else!
life’s ticking by quite nicely at the minute. it’s strange, i never saw myself as someone who would just settle calmly into a little rhythm and be quite happy with it.
i’m quite excited, on thursday i’m off to liverpool with my boyfriend to see placebo. it’s his birthday present, they’re his favourite band ever. to be honest until recently i had only really heard one or two of their songs but i find they are still a band who’s style is profoundly recognisable. i am excited to see them, they’ve been around for such a long time it would be great to see a band with some real history behind them.
(Source: pamelabeesly, via itsnotatumour)
