I apologise in advance for having too much free time

Briefly what i like

I like playing with candle wax, lying in long grass, lolly-ices in winter, party poppers, when you get water in your ear and you can’t hear anything, fictional shopping baskets from expensive websites, being oblivious, putting things in alphabetical order, the feeling you get when you laugh so hard you can’t breathe, covering bedroom walls with bits of paper, wooden signs, spending  hours in an art gallery, popping fuschias, bows, clean sheets, maps on napkins, finding things I’d forgotten I’d lost, old stuffed toys,  glitter, surprises, being small, trampolines, crunching frosty grass, popping bubble wrap, afternoon tea, when you finish writing right at the end of the page, tartan scarves, mixing vodka with fruit juice and feeling pleased you’ve had one of your five-a-day, polaroids, Alexa Chung,  cameras, glow sticks, calling people mine, people who know about the stars, bass lines, eating your weight in crisps before tea, mix tapes, playlists, raindrops, things that glow in the dark, smiling at people you know hate you, candy floss, cutting up stuff just because I have scissors,  the smell of petrol, writing on windows, postcards, fairy lights, being a comedy genius, keeping the tops of peppers because it looks like a flower, having beautiful friends, slipper socks, felt-tips, spiral staircases, looking at my best friend like we’re in a relationship. chandeliers, Noah and the Whale, stationary, downloading music but then burning it to a CD anyway, the little red light on blackberry’s, writing articles in notebooks for no reason, undoing huge tangles of string, awkward silences, Mumford and Sons, favourite paintbrushes, squared paper, getting a good grade when you didn’t revise, going to sleep at 3 in the morning, brown wrapping paper, being heavy handed, and weather when it’s cold enough to pretend to be a dragon.

I  like it when you walk down the stairs and try to go down an extra one that isn’t there, round windows, Georgian houses, the tinkle of  ice cubes in a glass, long letters, sparklers, listening to peoples conversations on trains, taking pictures, buttons, diet coke, being shy, ball pits, Kate Moss, dangling legs off windows ledges and balconies, being a witty idiot, riding bikes, talking to pets like they understand you, ripped hems, Dave Grohl, being completely submerged in water and feeling nothing, having emergency creme eggs in your bag at all times, being let down, jelly snakes, leaning my forehead on train windows, watercolour paint, colour coding things, the feel of carpet under toes, phone conversations on the way home, pretending not to realise something- when you figured it out before anyone else, creating 5 star meals on trangia’s in fields, filling stereotypes, satisfying yawns, learning lyrics, empty main roads, sitting outside at night, The Libertines, that second in the theatre when everyone realises it’s about to start and goes quiet, becoming attached to people that i shouldn’t, when you come out of the cinema and it’s suddenly night time, Arctic Monkeys, hearing people talk about you, playing along with peoples game-plans, once a month newspaper clippings from best friends, buying special presents for special people without a special reason, the cold side of the bed,  making food in a clean kitchen, and stretching like a cat.

And I like waking up and not remembering where I am for a few seconds, getting new tights, sharpie pens, noticing something you never have before, sleeping in tents, old fashioned names, hiding places, listening to albums on repeat, the whole of France, getting goosebumps, perfectly painted nails, hard boiled sweets, being completely honest with everyone but myself, fresh snow, shiny things, dially phones, spur of the moment spontaneity, having boy best friends, speaking for hours in different accents, words that don’t exist, useless facts, having a bridge of freckles across my face, first times, tap shoes, dust, disco balls, making lists, going for meals, sleeping in other peoples beds, the backs of phones and remotes, NME, putting on eyeliner, Post-It notes, singing everywhere, pretty handwriting, having no will-power, having mood swings, going on morning walks and afternoon strolls, bicycles, being secretly married to Colin Firth, face paints, taking socks to peoples houses, bubbles, setting trees on fire, cupcakes, Kings of Leon, cutting my own hair, lights on trees with no leaves, the sound a record player makes after the music stops, fainting in gigs, having meaningful conversations, daydreaming, toffee penis’ (from quality street), remembering songs you had forgotten about, the tingly feeling when you step in a hot bath, biro drawings, the warm foreign air when you step off a plane, finger painting, French windows, floorboards, laptops with glitter on them, listening to rain, the smell of a new book, sarcasm, the moon, seeing a person you really miss, long eye contact, waking up with optimism, dark winter nights, sweet wrappers, and how your hair feels underwater.

I like the feeling of water beneath your fingernails when you swim, kaleidoscopes, old fashioned books, hearing a new song and knowing you’ll love it for a long time, stars, getting a text, smiling and people staring, painting, Kiera Knightley, sweet popcorn, when pigeons run instead of flying, wishing at 11:11, tootie frooties, Florence and the Machine, hilarious nights out, knowing you shouldn’t but doing it anyway, worrying about annoying people, annoying people, waking up just before your alarm goes off, Taylor Swift, finding something you’d lost, flat fizzy drinks, origami, having blue eyes, changing my mind, running your hands along the walls or banister when you run down the stairs, trying to hide a smile in public, curly hair, film nights in, the fresh feeling in the morning when you put cream on your face, being scared of the dark, ghd’s, midnight walks, scrambling up waterfalls, spots and stripes, vinyl records, kindness from strangers, saying things at the same time as another person, subtitles, being alone without feeling lonely, messy hair, music without a soundtrack, shy people, organizing music libraries, falling asleep to the sound of rain, Bombay Bicycle Club, not being like everyone else, Two Door Cinema Club, holding your breath with a cup over your mouth so it sticks to your face, and filling empty bottles with water and glitter.

I like one off phone calls from people far away, the hum of dubstep through walls, old fashioned silk scarves, the feeling after taking off super skinny jeans, brown leather shoes, oversized mens hoodies, designing tattoos, comedy sketches, school plays, cold pillows, hugs lasting longer than a minute, silences in conversation when neither person feels the need to speak, knowing the person you were talking to has fallen asleep late at night, scrapping plastic off school chairs, stealing posters off of walls in o2 academy’s, writing one off lyrics in a tatty notebook, keeping the boxes new shoes come in. bidding on items on ebay with no intension of buying- just so the other person has to pay more, having a wardrobe arranged in order of favouritism, using humour as a barrier between true feelings, Bob Marley, hating a person for no other reason than the need to hate them, missing people you once thought you’d be with forever, never making the right decision. Having conversations just using lyrics from songs, drowning inside my own thoughts, the odd outburst of tears, taking a sketchbook and a pencil everywhere I go, keeping sentimental inanimate objects, not being afraid to say I love you, owning every chick-flick ever, posters with encouraging statements, pretending to not care, looking out of the window at night, handwritten notes and touching someones hand palm to palm. 

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