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You can tell when life is going well..

when your blog has been neglected.

Got promoted, enjoying work the new flat and general life.

Moving is a joke. Too much stress.

Can't

wait for him to see his anniversary present, I would tell you what it is but shhh it's a secret and we cannot ruin the surprise ;)

#surprise

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miss this

there's a 6ft2 missing piece in my life atm, and I would very much love it back..

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Anniversary

Thank-you to my better half, for an amazing year.

You have made me feel me again, made me smile when it felt impossible, and helped me turn my life around.

I Love You

Don't make me sad, don't make me cry Sometimes love is not enough and the road gets tough I don't know why Keep making me laugh, Let's go get high The road is long, we carry on Try to have fun in the meantime Come and take a walk on the wild side Let me kiss you hard in the pouring rain You like your girls insane Choose your last words This is the last time Cause you and I, we were born to die Lost but now I am found I can see but once I was blind I was so confused as a little child Tried to take what I could get Scared that I couldn't find All the answers, honey

#lana del rey #born to die

my attempt at romance will surface (probably unsuccessfully) this week, for our one year anniversary.

*fingers crossed*

Submarine reminded me how reckless and messy the beginning of love is. The heady daze, drunk with excitement and fear. Nervous and clumsy, but yet so pretty and unique. All the special moments, so many you could even start to describe them. How days go so quickly and you long that they would drag a little longer than just 24 measly hours. When cinema dates feel like you are the only people in the room, and the film was played just for you both. Enjoying a hidden kiss, or sneakily holding hands in one's jacket pocket. Walking the long way round because you don't want to say goodbye. The thrill with every text, and childish counting of 'x's. Staying up all night and not missing the lost sleep. The butterflies in your tummy when he knocks on the door, five minutes early, or when he catches you watching him sleep. How much you cannot wait for him to tell you he wants more, but the sheer fear of disappointing him. Never wanting to be without him, and missing him more and more every night your apart.

When forever meant forever, and love wasn't just a noun.