i sometimes wonder whether obsession comes from fearing loss or wanting revenge for being left. some people get so consumed by it that they forget the difference between loving someone and owning them. love lets someone choose to stay, possession refuses to let them leave.
i personally think hot people should be dating hot people too. that’s why i’m dating myself. (lovingly)
found a mic, picked Dive by Olivia Dean. lovely little song for a lovely little cafe moment. give it a listen! 🎤
just woke up, picked up my guitar and somehow ended up serenading myself with Love Me Like You Do by Ellie Goulding. very normal sunday behaviour. 🎸
we technically exercised tonight. the rest was just standing about, taking photos and looking cute. good enough. 🤳🏻
realised i haven’t exercised in ages, so i went for a late-night bike ride after work. supposed to be getting fit, but somehow it turned into cycling around, chatting absolute rubbish and taking the piss with my mate.
he promised me the world, said he’d do anything for me and slowly made me lose myself. and stupidly, i still stayed. 💀
saturday night plans: me, my guitar and I Love You So by The Walters. no socialising, no faff, just quietly strumming away and pretending i’m in my own little indie film. 🎸
survived a long ass friday, sooo tonight is strictly for recharging before the weekdays come back swinging. 🍻
생일 축하해, 이 빌어먹을 놈아. 🛸

ALT happy birthday, edi absolute disaster. congrats on making it through another year without completely ruining your life. that deserves a celebration, honestly. i hope you get everything you want this year, whether it’s more money, more adventures, better people around you or simply enough peace to stop complaining for five minutes. stay funny, stay unpredictable and keep making questionable decisions with impressive confidence. here’s to another year of questionable choices, random stories and somehow surviving all of it. cheers, old man. 🥂


















