my faith in love is still devout

most culchie thing about me. well. i first learnt the word paille in french to describe thatched houses and now whenever someone says paille as in. drinking straw. i get a fit of the giggles

this smalltown belgian record store has burzum and françoise hardy displayed next to each other

hate when it’s 18 degrees and southern-ish european countries have the HEATING working on the buses and metro. I thought I was going to die. evillllll

made train with maybe fifteen seconds to spare. someone up there loves me

thank you, dear person (Stephane?) even more enamoured than I am — or at least more thorough

I’ve Changed My Plea to Guilty is the saddest song I could ever imagine

‘I’m walking through Rome, and there’s no room to move, but the heart feels free … the heart feels free … the heart feels free …’

if he’d never written anything else, this’d still have him up there with the best songwriters ever

is so strange by the boomtown rats not on spotify?? useless app

ten days until dm30 concert. i’m praying, i’m meditating, i’m on a supersonic fast (not listening to supersonic for ten days challenge)

greetings friends who are online

Robert Plant’s desert island discs is the best I’ve listened to, he’s simply a lovely lovely soul