i love: michael, tillie, miranda, amanda, marie, crystal, laurel and becky

AND MR. DARCY
sweet mother of god
what a beast
<3

the rest of you are okay.
i suppose.
<3

corinne bailey rae - put your records on

three little birds, sat on my window
and they told me I don't need to worry
summer came like cinnamon, so sweet,
like little girls double-dutch on the concrete.

maybe sometimes, we've got it wrong, but it's alright
the more things seem to change, the more they stay the same
don't you hesitate

blue as the sky, sunburnt and lonely,
sipping tea in the bar by the roadside,
don't you let those other boys fool you,
got to love that afro hair do.

maybe sometimes, we feel afraid, but it's alright
the more you stay the same, the more they seem to change.
don't you think it's strange?

'twas more than I could take, pity for pity's sake
some nights kept me awake, I thought that I was stronger
when you gonna realise, that you don't even have to try any longer?
do what you want to.

girl, put your records on, tell me your favourite song
go ahead, let your hair down
sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams,
just go ahead, let your hair down.
you're gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow.