July 22, 2014

Tim your dash is porn. This is not kosher at all.

In other news, my mum and boyfriend both won’t shut up about how handsome you are. I’m afraid I’m going to be traded in.

July 22, 2014
shenanigoats.

So, as Tim and cowardlythelion previously mentioned, Tim is handing control of his blog over to drunken, dangerous strangers to celebrate it’s 5th year. I am one such inebriated individual.

For the next 24 hours you will have to deal with me, Patrick. I went to high school with Tim and like to rock up at his house uninvited. You can find me here. I used to be a good person but then a mate of mine got me into one direction and now I am human scum.

cowardlythelion is right, Tim, you do mainly follow pretty girls. The thirst is real. Tsk tsk.

I hope I don’t lose you too many followers.

July 22, 2014

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July 22, 2014
Here, I’ll leave you all with a photo of my dog. Because who doesn’t like cute animals? 

Here, I’ll leave you all with a photo of my dog. Because who doesn’t like cute animals? 

July 22, 2014
handing it back.

So I napped and hung out with family and forgot all about this. Fun times.

Tim and I have been friends for about four years now. It’s been pretty cool. Not sure what I’d do without being able to bug him constantly over text. This whole “guest blogging” thing feels a bit awkward for me. But congrats on the 5 years. Without timthetree we never would have met! Glad that you’re still you. And still a tree.

(And thanks to Tim’s followers for not unfollowing him yet ahaha)

Until we meet again!

July 22, 2014

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July 22, 2014

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July 22, 2014

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July 22, 2014
1901.

We were driving around and it had been such a long time since I’d driven that every stop and crazy turn was making me sick. I didn’t get car sick too often or too easily back home. But since I’ve been here it’s as if any second my feet aren’t touching the ground my stomach goes whirling. It didn’t help that he was never the smoothest driver. So we drove for a bit longer before I couldn’t keep quiet anymore.

As we parted ways, tired and a bit sick, I thought about how anticlimactic it is to leave someone. A hug. A few words. And then they’re gone. The world remains the same. It doesn’t even feel as if it will be forever until you meet again.

If this year has taught me anything it is that leaving is much easier than anticipated. It’s the staying away that gets hard. It’s time moving forward that really hurts. But the action itself is nothing. So quick and simple. 

So we left and I had my feet on the ground again and the world had stopped spinning. Just as quickly as he had come into my life he was gone. Nothing left but a few good memories, this sickness in my stomach, and the promise to keep in touch.

July 22, 2014

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