Heaven knows, it's got to be this time

Hello there. I'm Thomas. I'm eighteen years old, I live in the United Kingdom.
There's too much about me on here already.

In the meantime, have you considered yourself? I mean, genuinely, actually, truthfully, properly considered every single aspect of yourself? All of it? All the nerves and sinews and synapses and memories and half-forgotten days all coinciding to produce this remarkably unique and utterly impossible to reproduce person? The inky trail you leave through the world as you go about your day-to-day business?

Maybe you've thought about other people in this detailed, intimate way: the people you've loved, for whatever reason, over the years. Maybe you've seen the way that that person can illuminate dark places, their glow, some inexplicably brightly beautiful burning aura that leaves you wretched, in supplication to the intense presence of the special other, the highlighted explosion in a grey grey world. I'd like to remind you that, for someone, somewhere, you are (or one day will be) that person. Yes, even you. Have a nice day.

I should also add that I am engaged in a fruitless but noble attempt to upload every live track and rarity by Radiohead that I have on my hard drive - so, if there's something you'd like to hear, drop me a message and I'll give it a shot.