Just had to put this out there (and yes, I watched the movie, but that's hardly the point... Although the movie is damn good, and personally I think James Franco was highly under-rated in it as well, Oscars be damned).
Anyways... Harvey Milk was the first openly gay man (=person) elected into public office in the statoes as far as I've understood, and I believe it was the late seventies (78?) after many years of trying and cutting it close that he finally got in. Naturally the city stage was San Francisco (a now famous camera shop in Castro being the home and starting point of the political Milk-wave). Either way, Mr Milk was for more than just gay rights. He was for civil and human rights, for the equality of man (regardless of sex, sexual preference, age, color, height, weight, smarts, wteverthefudge).
And I'd like to share a sorta transcript of a speech he performed (which is partially also in the movie) in opposition against Proposition 6 (they wanted to fire all gay teachers in Cali).
‘My name is Harvey Milk – and I want to recruit you. I want to recruit you for the fight to preserve democracy from the John Briggs and Anita Bryants who are trying to constitutionalize bigotry.
We are not going to allow that to happen. We are not going to sit back in silence as 300,000 of our gay sisters and brothers did in Nazi Germany. We are not going to allow our rights to be taken away and then march with bowed heads into the gas chambers.
On this anniversary of Stonewall, I ask my gay sisters and brothers to make the commitment to fight. For themselves, for their freedom, for their country. Gay people, we will not win our rights by staying quietly in our closets. We are coming out. We are coming out to fight the lies, the myths, the distortions. We are coming out to tell the truths about gays, for I am tired of the conspiracy of silence, so I’m going to talk about it. Come out to your parents, your relatives. I know that it is hard and that it will hurt them, but think of how they will hurt you in the voting booths.
Jim Carter, you talk about human rights. You want to be the world’s leader for human rights. There are fifteen to twenty million gay people in this nation. When are you going to talk about their rights?
If you do not speak out, if you remain silent, then I call upon lesbians and gay men from all over the nation, your nation, to gather in Washington one year from now, on that very same spot where over a decade ago, Dr. Martin Luther King spoke to a nation of his dreams, dreams that are fast fading, dreams that to many in this nation have become nightmare rather than dreams. I call upon all minorities and especially the millions of lesbians and gay men to wake up from their dreams, to gather in Washington and tell Jimmy Carter and their nation: Wake up. Wake up, America, No more racism. No more sexism. No more ageism. No more hatred. No more. And to the bigots, to the John Briggs, to the Anita Bryants, and all their like: Let me remind you what America is.
Listen carefully:
On the statue of Liberty, it says, ‘Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to be free…’
In the Declaration of Independence, it is written: ‘All men are created equal and they endowed with certain inalienable rights…’
And in our national anthem, it says: ‘Oh, say does that star-spangled banner yet o’er the land of the free.’
For Mr. Briggs and Ms. Bryant, and all the bigots out there: That’s what America is. No matter how hard you try, you cannot erase those words from the Declaration of Independence. No matter how hard you try you cannot chip those words off the base of the Statue of Liberty. And no matter how hard you try, you cannot sing the “Star Spangled Banner” without those words.
That’s what America is.
Love it or leave it.’
Do with that what you like, but I thought it was quite a neat (and very relevant) little compilation of words...
xo xo
Peaches
PS. Gay rights are still not recognized everywhere, even in democratic countries. Women are still being stoned for not having 5 witnesses when they're raped. Heck, women are still bein stoned for refusing to have sex with their husbands. Little boys are being mutilated and brainwashed to carry guns and kill in the name of nothingness and holy wars, simply for not being able to run fast enough to get away. For having the worng tribal belonging, the wrong religion. People still crash plans into buildings in the name of a God in a book that states some humans are worth less than others... Just saying... DS bitches...
Tuesday, 4 August 2009
Tuesday, 28 July 2009
Love, sick-days, & such things
this is peaches, back again!
First of read this! I swear, if you have a heart it will ache (even slightly!).
A toddler in the UK had to have both legs amputated at the tender age of 18 mnths, but now thanks to fancy (=expensive) prostetichs he is taking his first steps! The amazing wonders of technology!
Right, so updates?
To be fair, I really just wanted to check in on this blog again, because it had sort of fallen into forgetsomeness... Let me tell you the original reason we started this thing, me and Camilla-boo... See, I was a bit of an idiot and went off in my worldly ways, moving to a whole other country (island even, for goodness sakes!). Now, Camilla and myself used to have long evening walks practically every other night just talking about nothing and everything.
I know, if she were a dude, I'd have married in Vegas a long time ago!...
...
Maybe...
Anyhow... This blog was a little project to keep us in touch and keep our crazyness available for the world. Thing is, there's this little issue called time. It changes things, no matter how solid something is or how hard we fight it. Inevitably people slip apart, even slightly, as time and distance makes updating so much harder! Doesn't mean there's any less love though!
Either way, with that in mind, I thought a new post was in order to keep this thing going. So Peachy updates so far?
Well, she's managed to get herself sick (bugger), and can't relax despite being home from work. Keep emailing them in! I should not be allowed a Barry, I swear, it's disturbing. I'm like one of those train wrecks in the movies, constantly checking in and sending check lists and phone numbers and names and fuck knows what else!
Whatever happened to staying OFF the traintracks?!
Now, a few quotes to fuel my annoyance of the local boys?
- "Dude had sex with a festival girl, on stage, in front of 1000 people!" (girl says, sounding appalled)
"Holy shit! He has so many man points! Like, unlimited manpoint! Forever! I mean he could drive a fluffy pink car and not be any less of a man. Hell he could wear all pink for the rest of his life, and still be all man!" (random boy's response)
"... Dickwad..." (Peaches)
Anyways... That's all I can be asked to write at the moment. I need to go glance at my Barry (cell phone that is) and convulsively do work while fighting off this bloody fever!
Luv
xoxo
First of read this! I swear, if you have a heart it will ache (even slightly!).
A toddler in the UK had to have both legs amputated at the tender age of 18 mnths, but now thanks to fancy (=expensive) prostetichs he is taking his first steps! The amazing wonders of technology!
Right, so updates?
To be fair, I really just wanted to check in on this blog again, because it had sort of fallen into forgetsomeness... Let me tell you the original reason we started this thing, me and Camilla-boo... See, I was a bit of an idiot and went off in my worldly ways, moving to a whole other country (island even, for goodness sakes!). Now, Camilla and myself used to have long evening walks practically every other night just talking about nothing and everything.
I know, if she were a dude, I'd have married in Vegas a long time ago!...
...
Maybe...
Anyhow... This blog was a little project to keep us in touch and keep our crazyness available for the world. Thing is, there's this little issue called time. It changes things, no matter how solid something is or how hard we fight it. Inevitably people slip apart, even slightly, as time and distance makes updating so much harder! Doesn't mean there's any less love though!
Either way, with that in mind, I thought a new post was in order to keep this thing going. So Peachy updates so far?
Well, she's managed to get herself sick (bugger), and can't relax despite being home from work. Keep emailing them in! I should not be allowed a Barry, I swear, it's disturbing. I'm like one of those train wrecks in the movies, constantly checking in and sending check lists and phone numbers and names and fuck knows what else!
Whatever happened to staying OFF the traintracks?!
Now, a few quotes to fuel my annoyance of the local boys?
- "Dude had sex with a festival girl, on stage, in front of 1000 people!" (girl says, sounding appalled)
"Holy shit! He has so many man points! Like, unlimited manpoint! Forever! I mean he could drive a fluffy pink car and not be any less of a man. Hell he could wear all pink for the rest of his life, and still be all man!" (random boy's response)
"... Dickwad..." (Peaches)
Anyways... That's all I can be asked to write at the moment. I need to go glance at my Barry (cell phone that is) and convulsively do work while fighting off this bloody fever!
Luv
xoxo
Monday, 20 April 2009
My lovely Tulio
Just came home from the vet and I'm sad to say that I sill don't know what's wrong with my little cat. He just turned one this February. He's been tired and he's refused to eat for a while now.
The vet started out feeling and looking at him and came to the conclusion that it cold be something with his liver and maybe the kidneys so she decided to take a blood sample. But then the first problem occurred; His blood didn't come out as it should so no matter how hard she tried she couldn't get more then a little. This, of course, led to the test beeing inconclusive on certain parts, but she could partly rule out the liver.
Tulio got some saline in him (he didn't like that) because she figured he was dehydrated and she took a urine-sample and figured she should check that as well. When she came back with the results she could tell that he had alot of bacteria in the urine and some blood. The last thing she did was to give him a a shot of antibiotics because she suspected it might be an infection.
Well, I'm going there again tomorrow morning at 8:45 am and she's hoping the saline will by then have helped his blood too run better and she'll be able to get a better sample and hopefully she'll be able to figure out what's wrong with him.
I'll die if I have to put him too sleep. He's so small and I love him so much. I mean, okay if he'd been a couple of years old. But he's only one, my little baby.
//Cam
The vet started out feeling and looking at him and came to the conclusion that it cold be something with his liver and maybe the kidneys so she decided to take a blood sample. But then the first problem occurred; His blood didn't come out as it should so no matter how hard she tried she couldn't get more then a little. This, of course, led to the test beeing inconclusive on certain parts, but she could partly rule out the liver.
Tulio got some saline in him (he didn't like that) because she figured he was dehydrated and she took a urine-sample and figured she should check that as well. When she came back with the results she could tell that he had alot of bacteria in the urine and some blood. The last thing she did was to give him a a shot of antibiotics because she suspected it might be an infection.
Well, I'm going there again tomorrow morning at 8:45 am and she's hoping the saline will by then have helped his blood too run better and she'll be able to get a better sample and hopefully she'll be able to figure out what's wrong with him.
I'll die if I have to put him too sleep. He's so small and I love him so much. I mean, okay if he'd been a couple of years old. But he's only one, my little baby.
//Cam
Saturday, 18 April 2009
Twilight syndrome
Right, so I was just googling a quick image of the Twilight posters (don't even pretend not to know what I'm talking about!) for a CD label, when I came accross this blog.
Now, I'm all for discussions about all things movie and book and anything else related, but I had NO IDEA there was a second Twilight phenomenon : the parents of the Twilight teen-girls! :) How exciting!
Of course I couldn't contain myself and ended up reading through the posts. I think the scary bits were the mother worried her daughter would be inspired to go evil from all the satanic paralells, and the slightly over-boardy Jesus craze, just to make sure no one confused him with Edward. All in all, though, it was a very interesting read.
Funny how the whole world must change when you have children. Other little lives that depend on you for learning and guidance about life. Every little minute detail becomes a huge deal, and you watch everything and everyone with wary assessing eyes. Hell, I do that for my little brothers (6 & 9), so I can't imagine how annoyed my kid (if ever I have one, don't even start Camilla!) will be with my over-protective streaks by the time he/she/they hit their teens... Oh well, tomorrow's worries.
Back to the Twilight discussion. It seems the main concerns were the extreem obsessive streaks this had provoked in teen girls all over. Unlike Harry Potter this was purely a romantical entanglement; girl meets vamp, falls head over heels for his swooning perfection and gentle nature (man, I read the books, and that boy really is perfect, very much un-real, but perfect!), and decides she wants to die and go vampy herself... You know, to spend all eternity with her high school sweetie.
Awh-factor, sweet, fluffy to the point of yuck, but all in all it looks harmless. But! The mom's on those blogs have very valid points. The one that struck me the most was - "...what does this tell young girls? That they should sacrifice everything for a boy that sends their hormones into a rage? Love in all it's glory, but Bella becomes a quivering mess without Edward, can't live without him. She's seventeen." It's a fair point actually, especially having lived the last year through a bit of an eye opener of exactly how a lot of girls and women are viewed by themselves and men/boys around em.
Anyways, it's interesting. Read and make up your own mind. Honest opinion? If I had a daughter I'd never ban her from seeing it, nor it seems would most of these moms. I think the idea of watching it/reading the books alongside her is very smart. Opens up for discussion, and gives room to pitch any concerns while you both get a proper insight in what the heck the phenomenon is all abt.
Personally I think Harry Potter kicks Stephanie Meyer's Twilight zone far far far away. But that's in terms of entangling and intriguing writing. There's a sense of angst, heartache, fluff, and that feeling we used to have as teens, where the whole world could revolve around something even if just for an hour or a month. Not necessarily a boy, but the feeling was suffocating, end of the world style. She captures that, which is interesting in itself...
Damn it, this was supposed to be a short post! Oh well :)
xo xo
Peaches
PS. Home is where the heart is <3
Now, I'm all for discussions about all things movie and book and anything else related, but I had NO IDEA there was a second Twilight phenomenon : the parents of the Twilight teen-girls! :) How exciting!
Of course I couldn't contain myself and ended up reading through the posts. I think the scary bits were the mother worried her daughter would be inspired to go evil from all the satanic paralells, and the slightly over-boardy Jesus craze, just to make sure no one confused him with Edward. All in all, though, it was a very interesting read.
Funny how the whole world must change when you have children. Other little lives that depend on you for learning and guidance about life. Every little minute detail becomes a huge deal, and you watch everything and everyone with wary assessing eyes. Hell, I do that for my little brothers (6 & 9), so I can't imagine how annoyed my kid (if ever I have one, don't even start Camilla!) will be with my over-protective streaks by the time he/she/they hit their teens... Oh well, tomorrow's worries.
Back to the Twilight discussion. It seems the main concerns were the extreem obsessive streaks this had provoked in teen girls all over. Unlike Harry Potter this was purely a romantical entanglement; girl meets vamp, falls head over heels for his swooning perfection and gentle nature (man, I read the books, and that boy really is perfect, very much un-real, but perfect!), and decides she wants to die and go vampy herself... You know, to spend all eternity with her high school sweetie.
Awh-factor, sweet, fluffy to the point of yuck, but all in all it looks harmless. But! The mom's on those blogs have very valid points. The one that struck me the most was - "...what does this tell young girls? That they should sacrifice everything for a boy that sends their hormones into a rage? Love in all it's glory, but Bella becomes a quivering mess without Edward, can't live without him. She's seventeen." It's a fair point actually, especially having lived the last year through a bit of an eye opener of exactly how a lot of girls and women are viewed by themselves and men/boys around em.
Anyways, it's interesting. Read and make up your own mind. Honest opinion? If I had a daughter I'd never ban her from seeing it, nor it seems would most of these moms. I think the idea of watching it/reading the books alongside her is very smart. Opens up for discussion, and gives room to pitch any concerns while you both get a proper insight in what the heck the phenomenon is all abt.
Personally I think Harry Potter kicks Stephanie Meyer's Twilight zone far far far away. But that's in terms of entangling and intriguing writing. There's a sense of angst, heartache, fluff, and that feeling we used to have as teens, where the whole world could revolve around something even if just for an hour or a month. Not necessarily a boy, but the feeling was suffocating, end of the world style. She captures that, which is interesting in itself...
Damn it, this was supposed to be a short post! Oh well :)
xo xo
Peaches
PS. Home is where the heart is <3
Sunday, 29 March 2009
All things pedigree
Watching this documentary about pure bred dogs and the hell surrounding it. I have never been this happy and grateful for having a mixed breed. I don't get how people who say that the love dogs simply ignore the fact that so many of the pure bred dogs are so sick that they shouldn't be alive.
This is so upsetting. I don't want to swear...but fuck it! It's increadible! Why son't people just get in their right mind and breed from a health point of view instead of a aestethic one?! Are people that increadiblyy stupid? What the hell?
Health, people, health! It's more important than how a dog looks, isn't it? No, of course not! Pain doesn't matter, does it?
Oh, no, what a minute, hat did I just say? Did I just compare sickness with abuse? Well, duh, whan it comes to breeding on sick dogs, hell yeah.
I have one last thing to say, echoing my last comment: Fuck the world. I mean it.
//Cam
This is so upsetting. I don't want to swear...but fuck it! It's increadible! Why son't people just get in their right mind and breed from a health point of view instead of a aestethic one?! Are people that increadiblyy stupid? What the hell?
Health, people, health! It's more important than how a dog looks, isn't it? No, of course not! Pain doesn't matter, does it?
Oh, no, what a minute, hat did I just say? Did I just compare sickness with abuse? Well, duh, whan it comes to breeding on sick dogs, hell yeah.
I have one last thing to say, echoing my last comment: Fuck the world. I mean it.
//Cam
Thursday, 26 March 2009
Updates, notes on boys, and other facts...
...
I laughed out loud at Cam's last post. I'm sorry to say. Then I got worried, and text stalked her, but my phone claimed it was broke.
...
My bank claims I'm broke too tho, so I suppose they've got some sort of point.
Anyways, the reason I've ventured out is the sudden need to vent. Again. Plus, heck, it's a fairly anonymous blog, why shouldn't I? Ppl might get some enjoyment from my crazy ass life at this point. Or I'll just sell the soap rights later on...
1) I had a crazy dream about boys, all kinds of em, all muddled up and confused in my head. Unfortunately this included some ppl that got muddled up that should never ever be muddled into that type of situation. Think I may have thrown up in said dream too, so must've been somewhat conscious of the crazyness. Now, that sounds bad, but it's not really. I'm just... Not going into it.
2) Went on a road trip. With a boy. No feelings attached, just friends. Everyone told me I was naive and should be ready for something different. I told them to shut up. ... A week later I told them to shut up again, for very different reasons. We're still friends tho, but god knows what it's with boys and hand holding. Personal space ppl, personal space!
3) A boy made me cry! This is actually shocking and good news, even if there is an odd sort of achy but fluffy feeling somewhere in my chest. It sort of feels a little like my head is spinning, and I sort of loose my breath when I think about it too hard, and it's quite annoying. But anyways- story goes something like this:
Boy and girl meet, bumping into each other with common interests. Girl listens and boy talks, then other way around. Boy walks girl to bus stop, girl misses her bus and ends up talking to boy for an hour and a half...
Boy texts girl and says 'hey, do you want to get coffee someday.' Someday comes around, and boy gives girl a movie. Says 'you've gotta see this.'
The weeks pass, and boy & girl watch movies and eat pizza. He makes food and she buys chocolate, and they giggle at David Lynch. She gets lost in a book shop, and boy finds her there, says it's ok if she wants to stroll around for hours. She does. He does too... Boy kisses girl. Girl blushes, and kisses boy back. Girl doesn't run away, because it feels just comfortably right when he holds her hand.
Weeks keep passing. Boy and girl become good friends. She gets lost on the beach, far off in her head, and he comes out and plays her an album to distract, and then says "I've got all the time in the world, you're telling me what's wrong. I'm not goin anywhere, I'll annoy it outta you if I have to." She does after a lot of annoying. He nods, and listens. Doesn't comment or say 'it'll be ok'. Weeks later he's still asking subtle questions each day to make sure she's okay.
Then girl gets confused. Boy is moving out of the country at a date that was always determined. Another boy asks girl to go have a drink. Upset girl says yes. Upset girl wonders why she can't fall in love with the boy, or have any stormy crushing feelings about him. Upset girl barely remembers to listen to the new boy over drinks. She spends the next day laying in the first boy's arms, and playing tv games. Life feels just right.
Boy says he loves waking up next to girl. Girl wonders what she's doing. Why she misses him, but it's never a desperate ache. Girl meets another boy who whisks up those swirly emotions. Girl feels a rush and tells the original boy she can't go around kissing him anymore. It'll hurt too much when he leaves. He says he misses her.
A week later girl comes back from a road trip. She asks when the original boy is leaving. In two days. She suddenly can't breath.
Boy and girl meet. They eat pizza and watch a movie. Boy kisses girl, and girl blushes and kisses him back. Sweet and sour. Bittersweet farewell. He watches her with deep eyes and a slight smile.
"Here" he says, and gives her a book. She looks at it and realizes it's the one. That book she's been pining for that was just too over priced almost a month ago. Inside a short scribble says it's hers now. Then a poster. That poster she always watched as it hung above his bed. Every night and every morning boy and girl spent together.
Girl hugs him goodbye and wonders what that pounding in her vein is all about. Boy says he's never met anyone like the girl. She intrigued him. He says they'll see each other again. She says definitely, they'll be such good friends. She wonders why she can't believe it. She wonders if he does.
Boy walks away, but he stops at the street corner, looks back at her, she can't stop looking.
Girl cries. Girl is crying a day later. Girl lays down in bed and watches the poster. And the band clings around her wrist.
Thank you for remining me of how hopeful life is, how great friendship can bloom from nowhere and sweep you away. Thank you for reminding me you never know what you've got til it's gone. Thank you for showing me a boy can treat you like his friend and blow your mind away at the same time.
Thank you for caring for me as your friend, not your girl, but kissing me as both. You have no idea what a difference you made, maybe one day you'll know... I'll miss you babe!
xo xo
Peach
PS. I want to remember all the bad times, all the annoying moments, the small things, the big things, the things that hurt the most... But I can't, I doubt I ever will. I'll just miss you with a pleasant buzz that always reminds me of these two plus months... Thank you!
I laughed out loud at Cam's last post. I'm sorry to say. Then I got worried, and text stalked her, but my phone claimed it was broke.
...
My bank claims I'm broke too tho, so I suppose they've got some sort of point.
Anyways, the reason I've ventured out is the sudden need to vent. Again. Plus, heck, it's a fairly anonymous blog, why shouldn't I? Ppl might get some enjoyment from my crazy ass life at this point. Or I'll just sell the soap rights later on...
1) I had a crazy dream about boys, all kinds of em, all muddled up and confused in my head. Unfortunately this included some ppl that got muddled up that should never ever be muddled into that type of situation. Think I may have thrown up in said dream too, so must've been somewhat conscious of the crazyness. Now, that sounds bad, but it's not really. I'm just... Not going into it.
2) Went on a road trip. With a boy. No feelings attached, just friends. Everyone told me I was naive and should be ready for something different. I told them to shut up. ... A week later I told them to shut up again, for very different reasons. We're still friends tho, but god knows what it's with boys and hand holding. Personal space ppl, personal space!
3) A boy made me cry! This is actually shocking and good news, even if there is an odd sort of achy but fluffy feeling somewhere in my chest. It sort of feels a little like my head is spinning, and I sort of loose my breath when I think about it too hard, and it's quite annoying. But anyways- story goes something like this:
Boy and girl meet, bumping into each other with common interests. Girl listens and boy talks, then other way around. Boy walks girl to bus stop, girl misses her bus and ends up talking to boy for an hour and a half...
Boy texts girl and says 'hey, do you want to get coffee someday.' Someday comes around, and boy gives girl a movie. Says 'you've gotta see this.'
The weeks pass, and boy & girl watch movies and eat pizza. He makes food and she buys chocolate, and they giggle at David Lynch. She gets lost in a book shop, and boy finds her there, says it's ok if she wants to stroll around for hours. She does. He does too... Boy kisses girl. Girl blushes, and kisses boy back. Girl doesn't run away, because it feels just comfortably right when he holds her hand.
Weeks keep passing. Boy and girl become good friends. She gets lost on the beach, far off in her head, and he comes out and plays her an album to distract, and then says "I've got all the time in the world, you're telling me what's wrong. I'm not goin anywhere, I'll annoy it outta you if I have to." She does after a lot of annoying. He nods, and listens. Doesn't comment or say 'it'll be ok'. Weeks later he's still asking subtle questions each day to make sure she's okay.
Then girl gets confused. Boy is moving out of the country at a date that was always determined. Another boy asks girl to go have a drink. Upset girl says yes. Upset girl wonders why she can't fall in love with the boy, or have any stormy crushing feelings about him. Upset girl barely remembers to listen to the new boy over drinks. She spends the next day laying in the first boy's arms, and playing tv games. Life feels just right.
Boy says he loves waking up next to girl. Girl wonders what she's doing. Why she misses him, but it's never a desperate ache. Girl meets another boy who whisks up those swirly emotions. Girl feels a rush and tells the original boy she can't go around kissing him anymore. It'll hurt too much when he leaves. He says he misses her.
A week later girl comes back from a road trip. She asks when the original boy is leaving. In two days. She suddenly can't breath.
Boy and girl meet. They eat pizza and watch a movie. Boy kisses girl, and girl blushes and kisses him back. Sweet and sour. Bittersweet farewell. He watches her with deep eyes and a slight smile.
"Here" he says, and gives her a book. She looks at it and realizes it's the one. That book she's been pining for that was just too over priced almost a month ago. Inside a short scribble says it's hers now. Then a poster. That poster she always watched as it hung above his bed. Every night and every morning boy and girl spent together.
Girl hugs him goodbye and wonders what that pounding in her vein is all about. Boy says he's never met anyone like the girl. She intrigued him. He says they'll see each other again. She says definitely, they'll be such good friends. She wonders why she can't believe it. She wonders if he does.
Boy walks away, but he stops at the street corner, looks back at her, she can't stop looking.
Girl cries. Girl is crying a day later. Girl lays down in bed and watches the poster. And the band clings around her wrist.
Thank you for remining me of how hopeful life is, how great friendship can bloom from nowhere and sweep you away. Thank you for reminding me you never know what you've got til it's gone. Thank you for showing me a boy can treat you like his friend and blow your mind away at the same time.
Thank you for caring for me as your friend, not your girl, but kissing me as both. You have no idea what a difference you made, maybe one day you'll know... I'll miss you babe!
xo xo
Peach
PS. I want to remember all the bad times, all the annoying moments, the small things, the big things, the things that hurt the most... But I can't, I doubt I ever will. I'll just miss you with a pleasant buzz that always reminds me of these two plus months... Thank you!
Saturday, 14 March 2009
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