you don't understand. i don't care. /other way round
Chocolate. | Clashy coloured hair ties. | Weird earrings. | Alcohol. | Chewing things. | Being lazy. | Setting fire to stuff. Watching people set fire to stuff and hiding. | Singing loudly in the street at midnight. | Photographs. | Spending my month's wages in HMV. | Putting 'y' on the end of adjectives. | Spontaneous gatherings. | Midnight. | Vodka. | Taking Back Sunday and getting drunk on other people's parents' wine in other people's front rooms. | Raiding the drinks cupboard. | Mixing a bit of everything we can find and making 'speciality' cocktails. | Alcohol. | Destroying my body in much more fun ways than smoking. | Getting ready for a party and knowing in an hour's time my mascara will be round my lips. | Hitting people. | Swearing. | Wearing pyjamas all day. | Sitting on the train fifty minutes before it leaves. Don't ask me why. | Autumn. | Getting letters in the post from actual people. | Black eyeshadow. | Dressing up. | Laughing til my cheeks hurt. | Girly nights in. | A free Saturday. | Walking in the snow. | Memories. | Cream soda. | Lie-ins. | Listening to music on the bus. | Strawberry bootlaces. | Blu-tack. | Russian dolls. | London. | Pretending I'm younger. | Milka. | My bedroom. | Ordering pizza at 1am. | Drunken trips to the shop to buy nothing. | Train tickets. | No alconoia. | Holidays. | Sitting on the swings for hours. | Meeting nice people. | Finding a song that you wish you'd written. | s p a c e s . | Christmas. | Writing things. | Sleep. | Summer holidays. | Video cameras. | Smithy's Song. | Pretty bracelets. | Cut grass. | Italy. | Prawn cocktails. | Wrapping Christmas presents. | Payday. | Lynx Africa. | Free periods. | Deep conversation. | Birthday presents. | Cider in the woods and evening hangovers. | Good hair days. | Camden Market. | Ladybirds. | Getting photos back from Boots. | Beautiful songs. | Ice Cream Factory. | Doing nothing. | Books. | Old movies. |
