So. Today I is my seventeenth birthday. Here you have a glimpse of what it consisted of:
Thomas Sabo, the quickly disappearing sun, cappuccino cheese cake, Bloc Party in a record store, the police as a promptly entered a crime scene, a Katrantzou siting, the sweet smells of Glasshouse candles, and my guitar returning home from being re-strung.
This song will always remind me of this day.