my soul interest: daisy-v williams
i seem to spend my life seeking and pleasing her and what the hell i love it!
i love her huge hips and the way they wiggle when she dances.
i like giving her nice things to eat, paying for her lunch or her coffee or her beer. i like making her little presents and surprising her with them.
i love the way she is one of the most vile and foal mouthed people i know, yet shes actually the cutest thing ever.
whatever she does is funny to me, even if it's just walking up the stairs. i love the way we seem to sort out each others problems without actually talking it over.
i admire her, she has the wit, the looks and intelligence to make it in life without education.
she's nothing like me, but we have the power to communicate telepathically!
that's a complete lie, sometimes i have no idea what the fuck she's trying to say to me.
daisy is the best friend, she rules like no other.
Ritchard Griffiths, to shake him by the bulge.
anything i can swing to baby, y'get me?
i don't want to know if it isn't french, or hasn't been recomended by the guardian.
yes maria, i've become addicted to scrubs
the lovely bones
how i live now
the bell jar
the hobbit
rings trilogy
a clockwork orange
Homer
the tiger in the well
dagon & the tales
adrian mole
to kill a mockingbird
enduring love
the beach
his dark materials
memoirs of a geisha