So last week I had the amazing opportunity to photograph at the Eden Sessions, a series of concerts held at the Eden Project every summer, where I was able to photograph Skrillex’s gig supported by Tchami! Here are some of my photos from the night, not too bad considering this was my first ever time photographing at a concert!
Song for the Playlist - Wonderwall by Ryan Adams (cover)
Instagrams are here - (none for this chapter because the app is being a dick)
Word Count - 4250…ish
“Just gotta be safe, love,” he whispered.
“My protector,” she said back into his ear and a shiver ran down his spine.
He manoeuvred them until she was lying flat on the bed and he could straddle her thighs and view her perfect body from above, and leaned down to kiss her lips once again. Her hands ruffled through his hair as he abandoned her lips to find her jaw, nipping at her and his hands lingered at her neck, tickling, until he moved further down and found a perfect spot to suck on to.
Her breath hitched at his teeth on her neck, a slight moan coming from her mouth and her grip on his hair tightening until he pulled away wishing the small bruise would appear that second to mark her as his.
Here are the current upcoming festival dates Foals are scheduled to play. I will be spamming on and around these dates with as much Foals as I can find. Unfollow if/when you need to. No stress. I dont care.
Some shows that we can expect some never played, not often played or old songs: Eden Sessions July 11, Citadel Fest July 16 (confirmed), and Out of the Woods Fest July 21.(Maybe all??) Ill try to stay on top of posting if/when there are going to be livestreams available. tlf🤘
“Babe, there’s something tragic about you, something so magic about you. Don’t you agree? Babe, there’s something lonesome about you, something so wholesome about you. Get closer to me.
No tired sighs, no rolling eyes, no irony. No ‘who cares’, no vacant stares, no time for me.
Honey, you’re familiar like my mirror years ago. Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on its sword. Innocence died screaming, honey, ask me I should know. I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door.
Babe, there’s something wretched about this, something so precious about this. Oh, what a sin. Where to begin?Babe, there’s something broken about this, but I might be open about this. Oh, what a sin.
To the strand, a picnic plan for you & me. A rope in hand for your other man to hang from a tree.”