...and this is it's positive cousin..

i love:


the burning sensation of too much toothpaste under the tongue.
my father and his abbreviations,
my mother and her extensive collection of cabbage-themed pottery

and

your twinkling generosity and unconditional posession of wet wipes.
snow clinging stubbornly onto the fringes of the countryside, FUCK YOU WINTER SUN!

your silent laugh.
the way you suck your teeth when you're uncertain.

Cameron Diaz in The Last Supper,
it's a simple world.
her wide mouth and tugging the knife out of a dead woman's back

whilst talking about tomatoes.

frail old women who attentively pick up everybody elses litter with rich glowing smiles poking at their false teeth,
conversations with strangers on the train who make observations about my personality

your self-concious remarks and fear of becoming boring,
you won't.

your transparent decisions and fear of not making an impact,
you will.

your irrevocable innocence, your unambigiuous laughter and shaking limbs.
warm beer. cold toast.

my english teacher keeping her mobile phone in her shoe,
my drama teacher's continual swearing,
oh tim.
my film studies teacher's apologetic chortle

and

james. huggy bear. i have never been taught so much about wiggas. i love you.
The Biggest Loser and how it makes me feel better about myself.

useful 20p coins cuddling the corners of my purse.

this.