I’m not sure if I want to scream, cry or repeatedly head but a brick wall.
As most of you have probably realised, I don’t ever come on here anymore, if any of you even still remember me and want to keep in touch, the best way is to follow me on instagram @lachlanjames_ I post there daily. Thanks x
Why do I have to over analyse every single situation?
Whenever you say a thing my stomach spins off like a satellite and circles the earth and you make me want to be a better me, I guess I just want to show you off to all my friends, take you to a cinema complex and share melted ice cream cones, run through the city in our skin and make out on the tops of apartment buildings. I want you here so badly because you’re comforting, like tea kettles and laundries and I’m sure you’ve never been compared to tea kettles and laundries before but that’s what you’re in for with me. I can’t stop thinking of how your hair must look like a house fire when it’s burning up my pillowcase. I’ve never wanted to super glue my hand to somebody else’s so badly - and I think my favorite thing about you is you’re the one girl in the world who just might possibly find that romantic.
I think you taste like peach trees or bottles of baileys, oxygen at ten thousand feet or ripe raspberries, honey or mountain streams but I can’t decide between them, I just know I want to put my mouth where yours is. You have got the sagrada familia of bone structures, your hair is raven feathers and your skin is a snowstorm I just want to get lost in. I’ve always been good at riddles but you are uncrackable. I need to say that your mind is a wedding cake where each layer is sweeter than the one before it and also that I adore you and do a little more every day.
So, kiss me in a rainstorm, or a classic car, or under the sun, or whatever you prefer.
I’m cold and tired and I just want to be cuddled up somewhere warm with my girlfriend.
I quit about 2 months ago.
Maybe it was just me. Maybe it was just me and her. Maybe together we were this volatile entity that would either implode or meld together. Either way, it seemed the moment I met her, my life had been turned upside down. And I didn’t want it any other way.” —Jamie McGuire, Walking Disaster