& this is truly where the wild things are

uclan. twenty-one. mess.

I fell into the garden where the wild things grow, for lack of looking I cannot find a path out. I'd probably try harder if I didn't find the wild things to be such excellent company. If my life could be a black & white John Hughes film then I would be quite content.
Until then I'll settle for gin from a teacup.

fuck consequences. fuck behaving. fuck morals. get shipwrecked & make the most of being able to get away with murder

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It’s weird

just how odd it is that half of my friends have now finished uni & are getting ready to move home. It’s weird how the people I moved here for are leaving & how some of the strongest connections I’ve made since starting uni two years ago are the ones I’ve made in the final weeks before they go. I’m not one for nostalgia and soppy posts, but it’s well sad that you’re all leaving!