GAZATHOTH

I want to laugh with someone until it hurts. I want to be in the company of someone who enjoys food and walks and dogs and gigs and silly assed sci-fi/horror movies and videos of goats who scream like people and wierd ice cream flavours and rock music and looking for glow worms on summer evenings (harder than you'd imagine) and sloths and stripey flared trousers and massive boots and forests and reading and showing affection and romance goddammit and creativity and lay ins and hot mugs of Assam tea and cooking and donkeys and really REALLY spicy Mexican food and camping and acting silly and talking and meeting friends and stroking cats in the street and striking up conversations with complete strangers and crap jokes and picnics and Christmas and Halloween and the smell of Lillies and just hanging out and rescuing injured animals and sometimes drinking irresponsibly (not often but having it as a cheeky once in while option) and finding seeds, putting them in a pot to grow to see what the hell they are and getting excited about stuff you love and comics and sloths (I know that's their second mention but I am obsessed with them) and ordering the weirdest thing on the restaurant menu just because and honey and buying presents for people and holidays and road trips and being a geek and feeding tired Bumblebees with honey and really bitter dark chocolate and the shape of passion flowers (just WOW!!) but never, ever, ever the feel of velvet *shudder*