Something new, something old; something finished, something yet untold

Am going to be very teenage and post up lyrics: of an ancient song I first heard when I saw The Royal Tenenbaums as a teenager. Don’t remember much about the movie itself (twee and quirky like all Wes Anderson films) but the soundtrack is smashing and has stayed with me every since. Especially this:

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Autumn/Winter

Started writing a diary by pen again because, well, some things are truly private. It’s much easier to type though. Which is why I’m writing here again. My hand feels like cramping after half an hour of non-stop writing/sketching.