yo but this says so much about rape when a woman would literally rather be around a murderer than a rapist
"For me, my music is really simple. That’s not referring to the production or the details. It’s really instinctive and I want people to listen to my songs and feel human emotions. I don’t mind what emotion that is—I just want them to feel a natural human reaction. It’s about the raw organic thing that happens when someone writes a song and performs it and you don’t think of the genre, just how the song makes you feel."
rae morris // teen vogue
today was really nice. i met emily at the market where i bought some apples and purple carrots and a smoothie then we walked to the cinema in greenwich to watch pride !!! it was the best film i’ve seen in a long time and i am glad i saw it with emily because she is the one person i wanted to see it with. (she knows.)
Girls are such beautiful creatures but u only ever see a hot guy like once a blue moon on the 3rd last tuesday of july at exactly 12:35 or u miss it
ah the staves are doing the thing again where they make me smile and breathe deeply through my nose.
Last night I went to see Sivu in Hackney with my housemate. Well good. He was amazing when I saw him support Rae but this time he had a cool band (i particularly liked the girl who played guitar) and he kept smiling and thanking everyone for actually being there. I am so grateful for grateful artists. On the way out I spoke to Conor of The Half Earth. SO NICE. He said he was recording a new song today. Good. I bought this t-shirt off a girl with colourful hair and she made me happy too. I think more than anything it was just nice to get out of the bubble of uni and the south-east and talk to people who aren’t students. It’s like a reminder that life is continuing for other ‘real’ people. I forget to breathe when i’m in London and suddenly i’ll be on the tube and notice that I am actually there surrounded by loads of strangers. It’s hard to explain. But for the past few years I have often taken the time to stop, breathe and think about where I am and what i’m doing. In London I rarely find the time to do this, when I even remember to. I feel like there is a constant fuzzy cloud over my eyes and brain making it hard for me to remove myself from the situation and just think about it. It’s not necessarily a bad thing, but I think it is making it hard for me to regulate my life. (if that even makes sense).
i think arriving home to a letter from lindsay is something everybody should be entitled to on days like this