my dad used to go out camping alone at weekends. he'd take a one man tent and pitch it on the side of a cliff in the lake district. he'd call me and tell me to look at the moon out the window in my childhood bedroom and then he'd tell me that he was looking at it too
far away
looking at the same moon
my 25th birthday is coming soon, old school friends are getting engaged and I feel like I’m floating again, like a kid again. I’m learning to exist again. I’ve feel like everyone is running and jumping and shouting and I’m just learning to open my eyes for the first time
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specific things i love about you
the way you click with the wrong finger and can only whistle by breathing in
how you took me to the park when i was sad because you know i like to go on swings when I’m sad
how you get bursts of stupid crazy energy and then instantly crash and have to go lay down on the sofa
how your cups of tea always taste better than mine
when you talk nonsense to me in the morning while you’re still asleep
how you always use a tea spoon and never a big spoon
the way your eyes look so big when you look up at me
how you want to get your hair cut every couple of weeks
being the secret soppy girl
i've started working in a cafe inside of a church. every morning at work I make bacon sandwiches and the smell of cooked bacon reminds me of breakfast at my grandad’s caravan when I was a kid
