Sunday 4 January 2015

archive +11.06

  

Crouching, chatting.  Sipping armagnac

archive +11.05

 Send it right now - I'm by a computer

My eyes have welled with tears

I'm madly jealous, but now I feel gross

I won't tell a soul

I will forever associate it with him and you drinking a bottle of gaviscon on that date

One word texts are very melodramatic

Don’t get all insecure

I find the thought of you walking around the park and just joinng any football team really funny

If its meant to be, I’ll guess

Sorry for being so weird and annoying.  I feel like ive been a real dick recently

I wish I wasn’t wearing those boots

When you put it like that...

I want to consume you; I want to make you melt in my arms

All of that and a bag of chips