Currently listening to Freelance Whales’ album Weathervanes, which my iTunes library has helpfully classisfied as belonging to the ‘Holiday’ genre. Oh how I wish.
Freelance Whales – Hannah
“We could argue over where and when the cymbal hits should be.” Want.
I also want: A basket for my bike. Emma Watson’s hair. A box brownie. Some pretty fabric to make curtains out of. My piano. The Holidays’ album. Sunshine. Fluency in Spanish. Milk, so I can make tea. To turn my laundry into a darkroom.
I’m just a little puddle of petulant needs at the moment, it being the sort of day that begs to be spent lying in bed with a pretty, arty type. Or even just a good book and numerous mugs of tea. Sigh. Anthropology essay, kindly write yourself.
Thanks in advance,