It always makes me laugh out loud, no oceans anywhere near us, just rain, cold mountains and not an ounce of tropical vibes but still, everyone can feel included.
My brighton friends are the place i feel most at home, i can leave behind all the bullshit of my own life and live. I love this city and its people- no matter how weird it gets
this is just a rant about missing my hometown. i hate living in a big city. fuck big cities.
i just want to go down the street and suddenly theres nothing but this little tiny river flowing down and you follow it and you land near a creek and you hear the birds chirping and maybe there are those baby frog things in the river and you take off your socks and step into the river and its really icy and cold so cold your lips turn instantly blue but you stay anyway bc you want to and when you breathe you breathe the most crispiest air you've ever breathed and then you take a paper out of your notebook bc you've just come from school and you build a little tiny paper ship and then you play with the little tiny paper ship in the tiny river with the baby frog things and maybe you find the most prettiest rocks and then you put thos rocks in the ship and see how many fit in there until it sinks to the ground and in the end you stay the whole afternoon there.
