Charlie is my name. I'm eighteen, live in South Wales and I like lots of things.
But mostly food, my bed & penguins. • Ask!
We must be extraordinary.
But mostly food, my bed & penguins. • Ask!
We must be extraordinary.
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[this is because I don’t think you read my blogger and because you don’t have a leavers book]
It really says something when you come to the definitive point in your teens (moving to a new city) and you end up choosing the same place as your best friend of seven plus six years. It’s a good job I actually wasn’t trying to get away from you isn’t it? I would have to dedicate an entire blog just to try and describe all of our memories together over the last seven years. There’s the diet coke day (I’m sure it was spiked), the pineapple, “The” Summer (with the boys), drunken nights in withy, house parties, those pictures of us in Western Super Mare, baggy jeans!, peircings, Blue Banana, absolutely hating drama, good old Chuck Norris style Baynham jokes, reading tweets out in funny voices, New York, locking me in a room in Germany, English group, the time I got you drunk for the first time (New Years eve boy!), all of the concerts we’ve been to, Tenby for my birthday, Haverfordwest, communicating in just looks or code that we can’t even explain because we just get it, Leavers Night 2010, Harry Potter Lego!, so many bad photos.., nights in the Sheaf, sleepovers, the emo stage, you having to be my life coach as I just break people or destroy my life, our incredible prom photos, Dear John, campouts, PHOTO TIME, you changing my phone background all the damn time, Mash… There’s just so many, I can’t include them all. I’m so so so glad you will be in the same city as me come September (especially if we don’t make any friends). You have been my best friend for all these years and I genuinely don’t think I would be here, or the same, if it wasn’t for you. I think this summer, our last summer here, we should finish Harry Potter Lego Years 5 - 7. We owe it to each other. Love you bro. x
I love my best friend.](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m4w9o4DLqj1qbdiaeo1_500.jpg)
[this is because I don’t think you read my blogger and because you don’t have a leavers book]
It really says something when you come to the definitive point in your teens (moving to a new city) and you end up choosing the same place as your best friend of seven plus six years. It’s a good job I actually wasn’t trying to get away from you isn’t it? I would have to dedicate an entire blog just to try and describe all of our memories together over the last seven years. There’s the diet coke day (I’m sure it was spiked), the pineapple, “The” Summer (with the boys), drunken nights in withy, house parties, those pictures of us in Western Super Mare, baggy jeans!, peircings, Blue Banana, absolutely hating drama, good old Chuck Norris style Baynham jokes, reading tweets out in funny voices, New York, locking me in a room in Germany, English group, the time I got you drunk for the first time (New Years eve boy!), all of the concerts we’ve been to, Tenby for my birthday, Haverfordwest, communicating in just looks or code that we can’t even explain because we just get it, Leavers Night 2010, Harry Potter Lego!, so many bad photos.., nights in the Sheaf, sleepovers, the emo stage, you having to be my life coach as I just break people or destroy my life, our incredible prom photos, Dear John, campouts, PHOTO TIME, you changing my phone background all the damn time, Mash… There’s just so many, I can’t include them all. I’m so so so glad you will be in the same city as me come September (especially if we don’t make any friends). You have been my best friend for all these years and I genuinely don’t think I would be here, or the same, if it wasn’t for you. I think this summer, our last summer here, we should finish Harry Potter Lego Years 5 - 7. We owe it to each other. Love you bro. x
I love my best friend.
Tomorrow is my last day at school.
I actually have a lot of growing up to do before I go to University. I should really learn how to use the tumble dryer and stop laughing at “I’m glad you came” by The Wanted sometime soon.
