There is nothing like listening to Radiohead on a shity day, while looking at a page full of words and letting your eyes cross… the words and letters shift and change places to the rhythm of T. Yorke’s voice.
I like cotton swabs in my ears
I like sandwiches with mayo and mustard
I like thinking and I’ve stopped trying to stop thinking
I hate you all… today… I’m sure tomorrow I will love most of you again
Today I am more myself then I have ever been… I didn’t know she was me.
I like making things up, and I only believe half of the stories I tell, she believes the other half.