I like songs about drifters - books about the same.They both seem to make me feel a little less insane. Walked on off to another spot. I still haven't got anywhere that I want. Did I want love? Did I need to know? Why does it always feel like I'm caught in an undertow?
imagine if you met someone on tumblr and then randomly fell in love with them and skyped for hours on end and finally met them and then after a few years you would get married and have 2 kids named after fictional characters and a house lined with books and boxsets and momentos from all the conventions you attended together and it would all be because you decided to start a dumb blog on tumblr.com