The sun is really making me miss smoking, or being 16, or being high, or drunk. Whatever it is it’s making me miss it
Chorus from “We Sink” by Chvrches
(GOD, THIS TRACK IS SO UPLIFTING!)
Making my bedtime audio playlist for tonight to try ease my alcohol, *other tingz* and TV show withdrawals (if you can call them that at this stage). This album is definitely how I’m beginning the playlist and then maybe “Remnants of a Paradise Lose” by Impatient Outpatient will ease me into a dreamy sleep. It’s all about dem nice chunky synth vibes tonight.
Beachside bus stop (Isle of Bute) 03/14
I miss the islands, the weird greyish seascape and the withered airs of salted flowers, ice cream vans eerily twinkling, urchins stuck to rock. Sand crunching on skin. Gift shops with glass ornaments, dried starfish, marble-heavy chocolate bars and strange things. I miss the islands. The sea wind that clings to your hair on the ferry, always rolling with the boon of white sky and foghorns, signals of some future. I see the islands, sort of distant; the plastic glass blurs things.
Reblogging again because that passage has just added a whole extra dimension of depth to this photograph and they absolutely need to be viewed in combination with one another.