So I’m pretty much packed for Thursday. I think the bare atmosphere of my once vibrant wall stands as a pretty strong indicator as to how void the rest of the room is. It’s strange to consider the paradox of living here for nine months. On one hand it feels like no time has passed, on the other, I can’t imagine a point where I didn’t have this sanctuary to retreat to (yes I turned into a major recluse this year, send the bill).. I’m sure you’re all saying, “But Jack, that’s just an emotive contradiction, it’s not a paradox at all,” well, ssshhhh! I’m gonna miss this room. Good times.
My goodness gracious me! What do we have here? ^^
He’s been planning this for a good few weeks, and I can see why. Whilst my package to smellybum held a few bits and bobs, mainly comics, this… This took time, and a helluva lot of thought…. REPLIKITTY! Aka Muffin (sans no fur, of course)! Hilarious fruit rubbers that were “designed by Korea.” Oh okay the whole country then? Right! Cool! As I continuously find myself lacking when in desperate need of a pick-up line, now I have a handy pocket sized version for all my flirtatious endeavours :D Here’s a line I can use in a few short hours on my doctor: “Would you prefer my gown open in the front or back?” Stefan won’t mind, he gave me the means to guaranteed successful flirtation >:O
Most importantly I find a copy of This Fire, which I’ve listened to many times on YouTube and it sends my thoughts Sydney-side every gorram time :3 The last track shall be on repeat tonight as I rest my weary, unfortunately special head. The other most importantly, and this is most most importantly, the transcendental database of all the naughty giblets circulating around the seemingly quaint and contempt town of Lawndale, as scribed by a mysterious young lady who contracts the flu with slight side effects of pulsating sarcasm and lack of enthusiasm for humouring adults in both public and private environments! Don’t worry though, she’s only a foreign exchange student, or Quinn’s cousin or whatever.
I…. :) Getting to know this man for nigh a year and half now has been a journey and a half. Mainly a journey transpiring through sitting at a computer screen, but you get me drift. I didn’t know I had it in me to feel as connected to someone, lest someone as unimaginably poor and sorrowful a human being, like this before. You’re just so incredible, and I thank the good gods Simian that Pinball is my favourite song on Temporary Pleasure, and that I had the common sense to search for it on here and happen upon your mug :D You make me so happy. Only a month now until I’m sweating like a fucking BEAST in Aus! Woooo! Woo? Nah, fuck that mate, I’m better off here with a cup of Camomile, Honey and Vanil-NO I CAN’T DO IT. IT’S TOO SWEET, DAMMIT D:
Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a mountain of photographs to peruse through <:3 Oh, and this:
You are my love; it’s as simple and wonderful as that. I can’t, literally cannot, wait until we are finally together for more than a month at a time. Your numptily, Luckiest Guy In The World (Me!) <:3
I guess he’s alright! Right?
It may be blurry as hell, but this was still one of my favourite little snaps from our time together <:3 love you so fucking, fucking much..
I’m not posting this because of “hur hur naked” reasons, but because I’ve never felt so close to another person like this before, and it feels really pretty great. Uber great, one might say. Just a little longer until I’m in Sydney for an entire month! Think of all the painfully tragic things I’ll do to cause your inevitable mental breakdown, >:D
When you open a package mysteriously sent from someone in Los Angeles, unveiling a hardcover omnibus of New X-Men. Take a peek at the receipt, paid for by someone who’s numpty identity shall remain (not so) anonymous. A hardcover omnibus which, no less, has been signed by Grant Morrison. No lexis can extrapolate… Just. Yep. An all encompassing feeling of agape. An early birthday present sent for by the Gods of smelly bum.
Here lie my two favourite things. No, not photography and (D:) …
It’s almost been a year since Mog left me, and it’s a year ago today that I sheepishly asked Stefan if he maybe wanted to be my online valentine. Since then a lot has happened, and whilst Mog is off finding the answer to that question we all ask, Stefan is here, and I love him. So much. I foolishly think back to all the stages of our communication and still feel jittery at the possible contingencies that could have occurred. Especially the ones where everything goes tits up and me and him never speak again and I thank Lucifer or Deimos or Isis or whoever the Hell’s up there (or down there) that none of those things came to fruition.
I can’t wait to wake up and see his loving face next to mine again. May can’t come soon enough. Happy Valentine’s Day, you massive numpty!
I was walking to university today, and this absolutely beautiful Chinese girl was walking towards me with what I assume was a member of her family (York is a massive hub for Chinese tourism). So I noticed that she was looking directly at me with this inquisitive innocence about her. I smiled at her, and she beamed at me. I looked down, still grinning, walked past her, then turned around to see her also turning around and she was still smiling back at me. A wonderful smile. It really was one of those truly perfect moments.