I've had a clear out, deleted some posts and friends-locked others. There are a few that I may have missed and some I'm not really bothered about people reading and left unlocked. If you wanna be added though, just comment on this post. Cheers ( Read more... )

You made the first move, and you wanted it just as much as I did ( Read more... )

I really shouldn't have drunk that bottle of Southern Comfort last night. It seems that I drunkenly messaged my ex and told her not to die in the apocalypse and if there are any zombies, run. I remember none of it. I don't think I'd even have realised if she hadn't messaged me back. I need to stop drinking.

I can't remember how I felt in the years before I met you. I've tried. I still try, when my mind and my heart chooses you to fill up with. It leads me to the conclusion that even you with all the shit, you managed to make those previous years forgettable and that the lows with you were better than the best before you were mine and I was yours ( Read more... )

Remembering the Summer of Floating. Bon Iver's Skinny Love and The XX, burning letters and near collisions, insomnia and long walks through the woods near the golf course, chemically induced sleep that never leaves you fulfilled, Mylo and dancing all night, blinding sunlight and the lonely 4am's emptiness, fraying jeans and blurred edges, Project X ( Read more... )

Sleep is elusive with you setting off fireworks in my mind. Nerves tingling, synapses firing over your hair, and your eyes, freckles, laugh, blush, and ability to cause widespread devestation with just a look. No rest for the wicked, as you would say, you evil, evil woman. Be gone, foul creature... Haunt me tomorrow, I'm sleepy.

I can't remember the last time I listened to someone compliment me, and believed them.

Dear 20 year old self ( Read more... )

No-one's gonna write long, lilting ballads about a love like ours. We'll never have a 'Notebook' for people to cry over. We aren't a sonnet waiting to be written and there is nothing to learn from this that hasn't already been learned. But I'm cool with that, if you are.



Broken Social Scene - Anthems for a Seventeen Year Old Girl.

I was already gone. There was no need to push. My physical is nothing without my mental, my magical, my moral. It's nothing without my heart. It's nothing without you.

You didn't have to push 'cause I wasn't there.