Don’t want to rot in my room

The roll of 120 I shot on the Holga didn’t come out as shitty as I’d expected It’s nice when that happens. Although most of the film was underexposed.

In other news, I’ve become incresingly obsessed with Bright Eyes. Again. Which is bad, I really ought to be listening to more cheerful music.

Conor’s lyrics are so fucking addictive. He is a genius.

Listening to: Bright Eyes – Loose Leaves