Golden Gate Bridge, San Francisco, California, 2012.

Big Foot Museum. There’s such thing. I also have legs up to my armpits apparently.

Sam and I in Cali :)

Lake Tahoe time :)

My favourite photo of him so I’m going to post again. I miss his face and his insecurities and lack of confidence even though hes a beautiful person inside and out, and his humour and weirdness and dodgy sunglasses and his tash and his scruffy hair and his accent and the way he says “Oh boy” every 3 seconds and his lovely hands and the way he makes me feel so relaxed and calm especially when I have my anxiety issues and his shyness and his perfect teeth and his stress mode because it’s cute and how he’s super private but he opens up to me sometimes about things he never usually talks about and how when I stop eating during an anxiety episode he makes me feel ok about eating and even though I bully him about it, the way he says “route” as “rowt” and the way he holds my hand and the way he cuddles me. I should probably stop now because it’s making me sad as I’m not going to see him for a few years maybe… I don’t even know. Why the hell does he live in California??? Well actually, why the hell do I live in England? Muh.

Erik, me and my cousin Kate on my last night in Massachusetts!