scrapbooking heap

i've started a journal, and it's probably the best out of all the ones i've kept.
it looks pretty amazing and the collages are all closely knit and the writing is romanian.
ahh, the wonders of google translate.

verena told me she'd be at glebe markets today with max wilkinson, that local musician trying to make his way into the music world etc etc. his music is quite nice and peaceful. and it reminds me of a boy version similar to that of kimya dawson.

my latest flashback was walking through the streets of what looks like cardiff. i'm wearing my red gloves and matching beanie and i was breathing out and watching the foggy breath disappear and mesh into the cold air. i think i was four at the time. that particular street that had the street lamps that resembled the one out of narnia. i wish i was four again.