i love football more than most things in life but today has been a very sad day
fuck the european super league
the land of my fathers
i get to have a pint(s) on saturday and i am extremely excited about that
reasons to be happy
but do you ever wonder if you're doing the right thing?
not make per se
sorry, this isn't my week.
i am a bit tired today, sorry.
my first tik tok
i used to spend hours everyday on trains, not anymore.
(it's been a long day, i do love this song though)
i asked my mother if she would change anything about me, she said she wouldn't. i'm sure she means it.
a mother's love
it's always sunny in merthyr tydfil
when it first happened, i cried. i just knew that i would never come back from this. i was about 17 years old, i had just downed a fair amount of vodka in some god awful house party and it would be fair to say i was in a bit of a pickle. but even in that drunken state, i was sober enough to realise that i had made a fatal error. i had just taken my first drag of a cigarette. although it was initially just a thing that a 'drunk luke' would do, it soon became something that a 'sober luke' would also do. my parents often implore me to give up, i know on every level that they are bad for me. but it's often said that in order to quit you need to want to quit. honestly? i don't think i want to. it's not because of an inane sense of defiance or a desire to die what would be a premature and miserable death. i am fully aware that i actively harm myself whenever i light up. but still, i smoke and i probably will continue doing so for the foreseeable future. is that what you would call a guilty pleasure?
the marlboro man
sometimes just getting through the day is enough
words to live by
can i borrow a feeling?
what brings me joy? the welsh national football team, tbh i wouldn't be able to summon the words.
yes, definitely. an alternative function would be to use the money collected to create an equitable (and ultimately more prosperous) society.
let's just say i work in tax