After a while you learn the difference between holding a hand and falling in love. You begin to learn that kisses don't always mean something and promises can be broken just as quickly as they are made. And sometimes goodbyes really are forever..
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Soon, I’m going to flyy away.
But I’ll miss it all terribly.
I am currently ‘involved’ with the best bunch of people you could ever hope to meet; there is always room for more though, surely?
Who the fuck is Pete Doherty?
Reading '06 & '07 (& '08!!)
'God forbid, I exude confidence and enjoy sex. Do you think I relish the fact that I have to act like Mary Sunshine 24/7 so I can be considered a lady? I'm the Marcia fucking Brady of the Upper East Side, and sometimes I want to kill myself. So there's your psychoanalysis, Dr. Freud.'
Time?
I fancy Dylan.
The Table...RIP.
You don’t truly know how much you need people until you’re in the middle of a crisis and they drop everything at a phone call to take you on crazy escapades that they know will end in disaster but understand you have to do.
Or let you turn up at there house uninvited and get into there bed because you can’t sleep in your own.
Or hug you until you're blue when you’re all snotty on there shoulder because they know there is nothing they can do to make you feel better.
Or dance and dance and dance until you stop crying.
Or let you do things beyond mean and still comfort you despite the fact you broke them with all your mistakes.
Or stand in a shed with you at 3am letting you moan about your silly life mess.
These people are my bestest, best friends and without them I really would be nothing, or at least…not looking forward to the adventure quite so much!!
The girl I call my soul mate