trip to the beach

beach

(photo)

we just spent a day at the beach and the pictures are going to be so amazing.
you just wait and see.

4eva

so drunk in the august sun

tonight, tonight!

on the record player;
+substance 1987
+bitte orca
+it's blitz!
+strange house
+in ghost colours (okay, okay, we wish)
+merriweather post pavilion
+wizard of ahhs (yep)
+the velvet underground and nico
+MORE

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SUMMER PLAYLIST

sovereignty - japandroids
anywhere you looked - au revoir simone
animal - miike snow
the strums - the dodos
one time too many - phoenix
all my friends - lcd soundsystem
lessons - downdime
carry the zero - built to spill

stop raining, toronto
from tess

england

london

summer 2009

it feels like summer now

click
home home home
england pictures soon
nothing could be better
well, maybe one thing
tess

this is where i am

thank goodness for rent-a-bike and days out. going soon to sit in cafe nero and read books for a good portion of the day. here then bristol then london then home. i wish i was here the whole summer. x t

rain, rain, rain

I've been wandering around the house half of the day doing nothing really. I didn't even have a nap and that's what I usually do when there's nothing else to do. I've been wearing this mangy old cardigan that smells like wet wool for the past week, it's quite comfortable and long so you don't have to wear anything under it. It's very rainy. Not the cardigan, the weather. Apparently in Canada it's freezing, so I'm bloody glad I'm not there right now. Lately I've been enjoying the house I'm living in, crap British real-estate television shows, a cat named Willow and strawberries and cream. I've been un-enjoying the rain, my almost-broken toe and having to share a room with someone who goes to sleep without reading. Some people. Yesterday I read High Fidelity and now have decided that it's my favourite book, right after Down and Out in Paris and London which I finished the day before. I've been following George Orwell around England, where he was born, where he lived. We're going to go to Wigan Peir next week, it's all quite strange. Enough writing, I hope you know who George Orwell is. And for Alexandra (who never posts on this blog anymore); Your postcard will be mailed tomorrow. Hope you're alright.