& 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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