Ohh lover, you should have come over.

People should write letters more often. I never throw them away, even the silly little notes.

Descent into madness.

You can't not feel like you're going a bit crazy reading The Yellow Wallpaper. Double negative, so sue me.

Wrinkled skin.

When i am old and crazy, i will live here, with my cat Ruby and a rubbish New York accent. I will have a purple rinse in my hair, smoke French cigarette's in a holder, and drink cocktails on my verandah. I'll eat cupcakes for breakfast and ice-cream for dinner and martini's at tea-time. Fabulously senile.

Love, skin.

Fred Perry. Bleached denim. Feathercuts. Black eyes. Mouth full of attitude.