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.

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