Terenceo [mash!]

Terence.
18.
Romford.
my life:
everything and nothing with the one that means the most to me at every possible moment of it all. with the scarves and the looks and the jesus of suburbia in the background and the shooting of the runner with a realisation of '..BITCH!' that made a right royal laugh along with the walks in the park (a+m) all holding hands with a picnic to eat and feeding of the 'gucks' when we please and that little yellow house off portabello with a small coffee shop selling vinyl and old books for the constant flow of indie students who care to pass by to keep my dearest so happy as she always is with the day in thorpe park and the summer of st.james and life of togetherness that keeps us so extremely joyful and never thinking of life without each other along with the constant trips to Topman Urban Outfitters The Face Sherry's Fred Perry Covent Carnaby Camden and Portobello keeping us occupied when we felt the need. the mutual fear of the dreaded 'piiiiiiijiiiiiin' and mutual love of the genius of Pete and Carl and every other great englishman that cared to make music that makes everything we have so special, to the 60s and the scooter and the living near to each other with the random love of randomness and the trips for a £1.99 meatball subway with the occasional thought of 'park' crossing our minds, the now recurrent theme of only having one pillow to sleep on, the bottling up that should have really been told sooner than later, but the fear that shouldnt have been. the laughter the tears the constant jokes and the constant love. the kisses the hugs and everything about her. the driving-me-insane-cos-these-jeans-wont-come-off! and the mates and the Wayfarers that I eventually got and the... blue blooded murder of the english tounge..BLUT! and her sexyolatasticaness, and chocolate tasting and having a shed (or is that a games console) load of biscuits(?),and the hiding from the milkman on the trampoline along with the great times i'll always have, cos i'll always be there for her, chewing my fingers and wearing a hat, drinking Jäger and ordering Domino's at 10pm on the interweb! while wearing the hat and raybans and on msn, sharing our spatchka and having chinese ribs for breakfast, and driving around in our little green car, trips to lakeside and beyond (retro), going out and about in the 'East!' lahhhndaaahn, and not getting dressed up to go shopping cos thats oh-so-uncool, really, the lonnng trip to the Ace on the scooter that left our legs jiggling, and "but my thighs aren't even plump!" cos they're not, and at least my modette dresses in decent vintage, and now driving round in the most amazing super-sexual mini that is super cool, and wanting my dashboard for my radio, and pulling handbrake turns, and watching her run around romford in the early ours of the morning, with her arms tied behind her back, only for her to be sick on the bedcovers when we go home, and for all the times she's looked after me, i'll promise that i'll do my best to look after her, and going on 'mini adventures' for petrol at midnight, following that cabbie that stole some petrol, and dancing the night away in brannigans alternative night around her bag cos we're SO ROMFORD, and realising that i'm now dating a model (hehe) and it's perfect because she's my Dotty x
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