B.E – Watch


When you close your eyes
do you picture me?
When you fantasize
am I your fantasy?


Musical Thoughts

Original Writing
He played his guitar a little like he played me. His fingers strummed over a chord every now and then, to produce a harmonious melody, but when he had enough of me he put me to one side.
I gathered dust, and soon was completely forgotten.

Alex Turner


“My mouth hasn’t shut up about you since you kissed it. The idea that you may kiss it again is stuck in my brain, which hasn’t stopped thinking about you since, well, before any kiss. And now the prospect of those kisses seems to wind me like when you slip on the stairs and one of the steps hits you in the middle of the back. The notion of them continuing for what is traditionally terrifying forever excites me to an unfamiliar degree.”