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No rest for the wicked.
Flatline.

Nothing more than a chemical induced fantasy, that’s what I’ll always be. 

Not sure how much more of this I can take.

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FESTIVAL SEASON AHOYYY
Anyone thinking of going to Reading Festival this year, I’m selling tickets! They’re only £207.50 compared to the £217 on the Reading website. It’s all legit, only catch is that you’ve gotta buy your tickets by the end of the month as the prices will be going up! 

Will also be selling tickets to Outlook Festival and if I can generate enough interest, Download Festival too. 

Let me know if you’re interested!
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This is all kinds of shades of weird.

She said you should always dress as if you’re going to see your worst enemy; what exactly is the protocol for seeing someone who still, after all these years, makes your heart sink? You hadn’t quite planned for the prospect of being in a room with him again ever in a million years… Let alone speaking to him in the one place where you thought you’d never have to bump into anyone from ‘before’ again. It wasn’t ever really a ‘thing’, it never is. Why were you so nervous? Why the hell are you still playing it over and over again in your head? You know you’re being overdramatic, but you moved here with the vain hope of escaping everyone and everything. Luckily for anyone that may come across this, I’ve lost my trail of thought. Guess that’s the end of that then. If only it were actually that simple. 

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Still relevant, 10 years on.

Come on just say it, you need me like a bad habit. 
One that leaves you defenseless, dependent, and alone… 
Are you afraid to say what you want to? Tell me you want to. 

Taking Back Sunday, “One Eighty by Summer” 

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Exhausted and fed up of torturing myself.

Think it’s time for blankets, take-away and Beauty and The Beast.

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Karma, bitch.

I find it fucking hilarious that one of the reasons I was cast aside was my filthy wonk habit, yet now your new infatuation has unveiled herself as a dirty kethead too. You sure do know how to choose ‘em. 

She couldn’t get more like me if she tried… So why do I feel so inadequate? Why am I so jealous of something that doesn’t even exist?

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Doctor vs Skeleton

We were lying in our festihut with the window open enjoying a final spliff before bed as our acid trip came to an end, and these two came out of nowhere. Their paths crossed right in front of our hut and it felt like something out of a well crafted pantomime, created purely for our amusement. 

It went a little like this:

Skeleton: “Can I try your…?”
Doctor: “Yeah, can I try yours?”

They went on to try each other’s goggles and stethoscope. Eventually we convinced skeleton boy to play us his trumpet, all the way from China apparently. 

Genuinely the best thing I’ve ever experienced. We lay there pissing ourselves for a further ten or fifteen minutes as skeleton boy walked around the campsite blowing his trumpet in the distance. Faaaantastic.

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