please don't look at me like that.
you know i love ya, just wanna touch ya.
you're a beautiful git and you know it and that's what i hate and that's why i'll never trust you. I won't. I mustn't.

suburbia

The parents are both away, separately. I took Katie to Stanstead airport. Olivia and Jack are somewhere near Ipswich and I’m home. I bought the paper and another pack of cigarettes from Waitrose in South Woodford. Woodford is where dads fly kites and ladies chat in the supermarkets and repressed teenagers rebel when it’s dark, in the not so beautiful backstreets. Woodford’s where you can walk to school or shops or a park. Where families know each other’s secrets and where friendly neighbours lie and pry. You could almost leave your front door unlocked at night, almost.

i just can't get to you

A pink paper aeroplane says…
What a situation
What a mess
What a distraction

This is all going to blow up in my face. Guaranteed.

delirious

All i can do at the moment is eat and smoke. It's the only thing I'm good at.

i'm fagging it up at my bedroom window, wearing a pink dressing gown over jeans, listening to old skool garage with an insane smile on my face. i've lost my mind

"Jack! fuckin' shattered! may not respond because his energy reserves are low. "
I feel the same. If were a lucozade bar, or a wind turbine. Then I could be constantly replenished and I’d never run out.
"I can't think of anything smart or funny to say so have a magic apple instead." but I can't shut my eyes because it won't go away. I would like a place I can call my own. I can't seem to get enough sleep.

Liv plays around with my heart and tickles it. those eyelashes

these are the finest times

We shot at cans in the kitchen, and cuddled. We danced. We kissed. We smoked. We chatted on the bed. We sat in the bathtub and on the trampette. And later I dreamt about them and they were all so near to me.


cuddle
Originally uploaded by my mind and me.

oh la la hannah

May i corrupt you?

I want to steal your innocence. Let’s start with some lipsing behind the bike shed, then petty crime, then our own drugs cartel.
Green lights.
Don’t mess with me because you know I have a dodgy heart that jumps around when I’m near you. The bike sheds seem like a good place to start.
Oh, your heart is dodgy too so no deep sea scuba diving for us, but there are plenty more fun things we can do instead. (I seem to be a flirtatious lightweight)

“But you might blow his mind.”

Never mind, I think I’d quite like to. Indeed that nursed gin and tonic appears to have surfaced and now I feel bashful. Can we slow dance like 13 year olds? I always wanted to take advantage of you and now I’m feeling free. And you know I’m yours if you want me. There’s so much to learn. I want it all from you when I’m with you and, when I’m not I don’t care about that. Believe me when I say I can give you anything because I’m full of it. I know. But it’s now or never. Please don't be nervous

i've come to expect awkward moments, but there aren't any.
i'd like my summer to be filled with you, i said in our "oasis of reality in a desert of technology"-Thom

doodle

incessant adoration

It's him again. Following me around. Coming on short road trips and sleeping next to me. My adoration is incessant that it’s begun to irritate me. He says, "Did I mention I love you?"
"No," I said, stunned. "I don't believe you did"
He looks and smiles as I'm curled up with my head in my hands 'sleeping'. I tell him he has a cute sleeping face but not that he has a cute awake face too, though he does. Playing it cool? He was lying on the couch and oops I slipped and fell and oops, my arms fell and slipped around him. I want to touch each part. I fondly replay different portions of Saturday night over in my head.