30/09/2009
wish I knew what black balloon meant to you


16/09/2009
you just know, you just do
12/09/2009
Every September starts with slushy longing.
Longing for a type of weather I hated, a seashore that was always windy, fast food I got sick of, accent that was strange, the tea that was terrible, Italian boys who were loud, karaoke nights that are unforgettable, and many more.
It was September 2004. My favourite "summer" in England.



You wonder what the best place is? Guess.
(More re-edited/fake-holgarized photos coming...)