Sorry boyf, i've found my future husband.

He sang like Jimi Hendrix, looks like Jimi Hendrix. I'm in love with a stranger.

Excuse me while I kiss the sky.

Picture above taken by your truely in London.

 Babe.

She told the director shes tryin' to get into school. He told her take them glasses off and get in the pool.

My photography.

Model: Francesca Kershaw

BRAND NEW. brand new.

I'm new to this whole blogger thing.

I tried to have a go at Tumblr but our relationship kinda crashed and burned. 

Meaning it was shit and I deleted it.

On here will be mostly of my uni work/photography.

  Mostly beautiful things I've come across though.

Few things you might like to know about me in advance.

I swear, a lot. I possibly could have been a sailor/pirate in a past life. 

Your eyes have been warned.

I don't do any pretentious crap and I don't like people that pretend to be cool. It is what it is, yeah? 

I walk through life without touching the sides. 

I'm always in a daze, usually thinking about nothing or singing a song in my head. 

I like to say I think in songs that I randomly think of, instead of thinking in actual words or sentences.

By the looks of this, I like to say ‘I’ a lot too. Whoops.

These are my delusional distractions.

Laters, taters.

Clayton Vale's trails, Newton Heath.