What is that feeling when you’re driving away from people and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? - It’s the too-huge world vaulting us, and it’s good-by. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies.
On the Road - Jack Kerouac
Liquid happiness is running through my veins today. I am currently sitting in my flat revelling in exam-free bliss, playing my guitar, secretively sketching things to put in with my Christmas cards ( how very covert of me) and wearing the beautiful Vivienne Westwood heels I have joint custody of. Having spent my morning in bed with my favourite human being nibbling Reece’s Nutrageous and listening to Howl. Said person also made me a phenomenal fry up on a roll which I managed to get all over my face and limbs while he sang Dreadlock Holiday and made me Amaretto coffee. My phone may have given up the gun, but I have still heard from nearly all of my favourite people today and spent a considerable amount of time browsing in Fopp. I believe I may have found the formula for pure unfiltered 100% euphoria. Thank you Glasgow, you’re beautiful!