Songs are strange animals. Little chameleons. Remarkable how differently they behave in different outfits. It’s pretty rare to find a song that, no matter how you arrange it, it always sounds fundamentally the same. 568 more words
Tags » Jack Kerouac
For your flannel-wearing, road trip-loving boyfriend who is always up for a spontaneous adventure and knows exactly which gas station stocks the good kind of gummy bears. 216 more words
Have you ever listened to a critically acclaimed album only to walk away slightly unimpressed? It happens to me quite often. More often than not, though, I encounter the opposite: I fall head-over-heels in love with an album that isn’t that exactly well-received. 230 more words
Friday 24th October
We’d only given Isla Mejures one night to impress, but woke early with a stubborn determination to ‘get the fuck out of the place.’ We didn’t even take advantage of the free breakfast. 2,103 more words
The Pipe is on.
Everybody working in the hotel is a slave to blank-minded tourists and low wages – tourists hypnotised by the luminous glitter of their phones for hours as they sit flicking through the days’ selfies, photos taken by Iphones attached to the end of retractable wands – this is me walking, me talking, me looking, me posing, me here and me there – my movie of me. 668 more words