"...for nations vague as weed, for nomads among stones, small-statured cross-faced tribes, and cobble-close families, in mill-towns on dark mornings, life is slow dying... hours giving evidence, or birth, advance, on death equally slowly. and saying so to some, means nothing; others it leaves, nothing to be said."
Excitable, easily distracted, sometimes vacant, prone to gloominess and also extreme euphoria; I can’t be generous with time, but I try to be generous with affection. Oh and I’m a pain in the ass as well. - Florence Welch on herself.