"We’re at our holiest when its the last song and we’re soaked in pub juice and desperate.When the boys choir tells us to look each day and night in the eye and gorgeous giddy promise of a friday gives way to scab smokes and kebab wrappers. You might get sick of it all but you might miss it to. There’s ten good reason to go , but 1000 tiny ones not to . And i dunno which is which anymore."
"He was not my boyfriend. On the other hand, he wasn’t just a friend either. Instead, our relationship was elastic, stretching between those two extremes depending on who else was around, how much either of us had to drink, and other varying factors. This was exactly what I wanted, as commitments had never really been my thing. And it wasn’t like it was hard, either. The only trick was never giving more than you were willing to lose."