New tattoo. I forget how tattooed I am.
It hadn’t been a day when everything had turned out right –
She called me up and asked me to come over in the night,
To make her cups of tea and listen quietly as she starts
To list the latest list of bastards who have trampled on her heart.
26 years old and still watching films with coming-of-age plot lines.
I’m on a tumblr spree because its wet outside and I want to go wild blackberry picking and make jam but I can’t when it’s so wet. Sigh.