So 2 days ago I told someone I liked them for the very first time which is how the kiwi happened, and it was lije YEAH IM ALL GROWN UP I CAN EXPRESS MY FEELS.
AND then an hour ago I mentioned to a friend how I used to have vague feelings for him.
What if this becomes a thing and I just don’t stop telling people urgh
French kissing a kiwi in Ireland.
A book about a teenage spy looks like it might just have me bawling before I even start reading it. I seriously thought Crocodile Tears was the final one because he finally turned 15 and was all grown up, so to find out there’s a 9th book is making me all ~feels~
liar - he wrote another book and I had to find it in a bookstore MONTHS after it was released because I thought that he wasn’t going to do another
I’m currently in a tiny enough town in south westish Ireland that they’re cash only it all I can think is I NEED THIS BOOK
Went to giant’s causeway today and learnt about Irish folk tales and soonish going to dance my butt off at an Irish pub in Derry.
The history is great, our bus is terrible, heaps of our people are the quiet, introspective type and I just want to dance myself clean.
Nb the peace bridge is so great and the great wall surrounding derty which is aka the petting wall (teen pashing wall)
In Belfast and my tour group for the week is full of Aussies and a token new Zealander haha
Woke up on almost the exact opposite side of the world and about to head off and try haggis.
Something that really pisses me.off is that every time a certain group of friends sees me happy, they ask if I have a new guy in my life.
Protip: things other than the men of this world are the things that make me happy 99.99999% of the time.
I don’t want you I don’t want you I don’t wantyou I don’twantyou Idon’twantyou Idon’twantyou IdontwantyouIdontwantyouIdontwantyouIdontwantyou