March 21, 2011
I romanticise too much. I romanticise everything. I live in a complete dream world, honestly. I'm currently dreaming about going to Glasgow University and riding a push bike through the city in a thick, grey woolly scarf. I dream about interesting-looking boys with cute faces and nerdy ways. I dream about interesting-looking girls, and what we'd do if we were friends. I live by ideas, not reality. I listen to God Help the Girl and dream about Eve. I dream about duetting the songs with beautiful hipster students. I read the Celestial Cafe, and dream about being Stuart Murdoch's best friend. I read wonderful books, and dream about escaping into them. I dream about everything.