Meet Me In Montauk

I'm Nathan, I'm 24 and living in Cardiff.

This is a digital scrapbook, collecting the things I love and hate and everything that seems to loiter in between the two. I spent a while convinced I knew it all, now I'm enjoying the idea I don't know shit and that there's work to be done.

Sleep away the day.

The front door slams shut.

Outside the sun silently breaks out hot over a thousand rooftops as

the dull thud of tyres roll in and out over dry, uneven roads,

all crispness sucked away by window you closed.

Inside, the sheets are warmer, and there’s no rush,

nothing going on.

The letterbox rings through the house but it’s never yours.

Sleep away the day.

The sun carves out more of the room with time,

so you turn inward to avoid it, pull the covers over your head.

People pass in the street leaving behind slices of conversation,

sentences you want to hear complete,

see the mouth they sprang from.

But the sheets are too warm, too comfortable.

You kick them away and they find you again.

You turn to the phone and nobodies there.

There’s no rush.

Sleep away the day.

There’s still time to avoid a write-off, another wasted day to mark down,

Enough youth in the day to achieve something, put your name on

Something.

And if not, well.

There’s always the night.

You almost slept away the day.

You felt it sit like bad food in your stomach,

potential seeping through your pores and into the mattress.

You woke up and wrote this instead.

Shook the sheets off of your shoulders,

tried getting something down.

But in your head it sounded better.

And you’re getting distracted by words from years ago.

Bad, but honest.

You scroll through images and words, images and words, words and images,

Nothing going in. Nothing coming out.

I should have slept away the day.

i sat down to write over fourty minutes ago before falling victim to Facebook, flicking absently through old photos with a glazed expression plastered on my face. Years passing by in minutes. People disappearing with a click. I’m closing in on two hours.

Last Sunday I saw Brecon in the light, then watched it get dark. More days like it wouldn’t be so bad.

Last Sunday I saw Brecon in the light, then watched it get dark. More days like it wouldn’t be so bad.

Finally got around to posting the swag I won recently courtesy of the guys at awesomemerchandise! I’m tardy, I know.

Anyhoo, what a delivery! Nothing like good custom packaging and this was a beaut, and the stuff inside was hella swell to match. If you ignore my durr-face you’ll notice they included a sweet tee too, and it only took about fifteen tries to get a picture where I’m not gurning.

(Oh, and someone there must be a mind-reader given I picked up playing guitar the day before and they included a freakin’ gorgeous pick. Noice.)

Cheers guys!

I finished reading The Master and Margerita around a week ago, closing the final pages on the first book of the new year, albeit one I started a little late on in 2013. Dense, macabre and mischievous, completing it reminded me of a feeling I felt a lot last year.

I planned, as part of a New Year’s haze of resolutions and life-refining bulletpoints, to work through fifty-two books, or one per week. I started off admirably, ripping my way eagerly through Slaughterhouse 5, Junky and Metamorphosis within two weeks. I was ahead. It didn’t last long.

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#coffee #vsco #mug

#coffee #vsco #mug

@chrismarshman bought me Christmas coffee and all I want to do is climb inside and seal it up.

@chrismarshman bought me Christmas coffee and all I want to do is climb inside and seal it up.

intothedarkstars:

debosaurus:

manicpixiedreamskrillex:

trying-to-hide-the-pain:

cartgirl:

ohhhimjustagirl:

thinspocean:

still-moving-on:

m-isguidedghos-t:

Boys don’t understand the horrible view girls have of themselves
AMEN

Literally fml

I’ll always reblog this I think

I should show this to guys when they make comments.

no you dont understand how fucking accurate this is. 

The view if myself is the view that is the chub jest on my entire body

THE FACT THAT THIS IS CONCIDERED A AFUCKING HORRIBLE VIEW OF HOW GIRLS SEE THEMSELVES PISSES ME OFF AND MAKES ME WANT TO STAB MY BED OKAY
LADIES
LISTEN TO ME
YOU ARE FIRECRACKERS
YOU ARE A BLIZZARD
YOU ARE AN APOCALYPSE OF LOVE AND RAGE
YOU ARE NOT AND SHOULD NEVER BE DUMBED DOWN TO WHAT YOUR GODDAMN PERCENTAGE OF FAT TO MUSCLE IS 
YOU ARE BROKEN BONES AND SCRAPED KNEES AND THROATED SCREAMS AND YOU 
ARE
BEAUTIFUL
IF YOU LOOK LIKE THIS, YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL
IF YOU DON’T LOOK LIKE THIS, YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL
IF YOU THINK YOU LOOK LIKE THIS, YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL 
I AM SICK AND FUCKING TIRED OF SEEING WONDERFUL, SMART, TALENTED, WONDERFUL, BEAUTIFUL GIRLS HATING THEMSELVES BECAUSE OF AN UNREALISTIC EXPECTATION SET ON THEM AT A YOUNG AGE
YOU ARE PERFECT THE WAY YOU ARE
OWN IT

I’ve reblogged this before but I never saw that comment and I’m actually crying omg

I hate the part about boys not understanding. Maybe it’s because we don’t always have boobs and a bra on? But some of us understand. Some of us have the same view minus the boobs. So don’t lump everyone in together, please. It’s disrespectful and makes me want to stab that guys pillow ^ Like fuck, some boys feel bad about themselves too.

This is a neat drawing.

intothedarkstars:

debosaurus:

manicpixiedreamskrillex:

trying-to-hide-the-pain:

cartgirl:

ohhhimjustagirl:

thinspocean:

still-moving-on:

m-isguidedghos-t:

Boys don’t understand the horrible view girls have of themselves

AMEN

Literally fml

I’ll always reblog this I think

I should show this to guys when they make comments.

no you dont understand how fucking accurate this is. 

The view if myself is the view that is the chub jest on my entire body

THE FACT THAT THIS IS CONCIDERED A AFUCKING HORRIBLE VIEW OF HOW GIRLS SEE THEMSELVES PISSES ME OFF AND MAKES ME WANT TO STAB MY BED OKAY

LADIES

LISTEN TO ME

YOU ARE FIRECRACKERS

YOU ARE A BLIZZARD

YOU ARE AN APOCALYPSE OF LOVE AND RAGE

YOU ARE NOT AND SHOULD NEVER BE DUMBED DOWN TO WHAT YOUR GODDAMN PERCENTAGE OF FAT TO MUSCLE IS 

YOU ARE BROKEN BONES AND SCRAPED KNEES AND THROATED SCREAMS AND YOU 

ARE

BEAUTIFUL

IF YOU LOOK LIKE THIS, YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL

IF YOU DON’T LOOK LIKE THIS, YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL

IF YOU THINK YOU LOOK LIKE THIS, YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL 

I AM SICK AND FUCKING TIRED OF SEEING WONDERFUL, SMART, TALENTED, WONDERFUL, BEAUTIFUL GIRLS HATING THEMSELVES BECAUSE OF AN UNREALISTIC EXPECTATION SET ON THEM AT A YOUNG AGE

YOU ARE PERFECT THE WAY YOU ARE

OWN IT

I’ve reblogged this before but I never saw that comment and I’m actually crying omg

I hate the part about boys not understanding. Maybe it’s because we don’t always have boobs and a bra on? But some of us understand. Some of us have the same view minus the boobs. So don’t lump everyone in together, please. It’s disrespectful and makes me want to stab that guys pillow ^ Like fuck, some boys feel bad about themselves too.

This is a neat drawing.

(Source: lizbarfart, via supermell)