Roads? Where we're going we don't need roads.... | Oh, this is an awkward film, it seems to refuse to cut at the right moment. Like when it should, it doesn't, then it's like cameras in the next room or scene too early and has to wait…

Florence Welch. Eighteen. Hertfordshire, England. I actually talk such utter bollocks sometimes. Please forgive me? :)

Oh, this is an awkward film, it seems to refuse to cut at the right moment. Like when it should, it doesn’t, then it’s like cameras in the next room or scene too early and has to wait…

2 months ago

Its seriously bugging me, just cut the shots dude!