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She's Losing It

It's hard to explain. You just do.

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six parts gin to one part ruin
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photographer. queer. feminist. socialist.





If you are looking for my fic, you are in the wrong place! All fic is posted at hazy_writings.

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Other people on hazyjayne...

"Didn't we first meet when you were working in that telemarketing job selling real estate on the Moon? It was when the Moon was slipping out of Earth's orbit, and conservation groups were trying to find ways to make people invest in the Moon on the basis that if it were somebody's property then people would work much harder at keeping it where it's supposed to be.

Anyway, I declined and we haven't had tides or eclipses since." awakeasaurusrex

"Have to say, that dirty weekend in Scotland was excellent!" d_floorlandmine

"I rememver standing on the South Bank, late one evening, and as the sun fell to the edge of horizon, below Tower Bridge, it lit up the feathers of a lone swan sailing up the Thames, truning the white to a vivid gold, beuatiful and unearthly. Everhthing seemed to lean in ovr the river, catching the moment.

You touched my arm, and we both knew we'd never see the river in the same way again. The sun set, and we talked back to the Tube, the lights strung out above us in an endless cascade." the_elyan

"Do you remember that time we got dressed up as fairies and went and danced by a little stream in the woods? And then we waited until midnight to see the real fairies come out to dance so we could play with them, but they never did and I cried because I was scared and wanted to go home to my Mum. But you were much braver than me so you held my hand and gave me real lemonade to drink, pink of course, and you told me it was what fairies drink. And then you gave me chocolate chip cookies with hundreds and thousands on them and said that it was fairy food. When it started to get light we left the rest of the cookies and the lemonade behind for them to drink, just in case. I never told you this before but I went back the next day and it was gone!" alltheleaves

"After that night I spent with you in the haunted asylum, I haven't been able to sleep. It's been five years." spikeylady

"Oh, yeah, that great holiday we had in Tenerife. Remember? You fell off that donkey on the beach. Happy days!" bengraham

"I have to remember something. The bit where you strangled the dragon?" cartesiandaemon

"It's funny you should post that, because only a few hours ago I was remembering the time when we were at that cafe in Stuttgart, and you mentioned your long-standing aversion to mocha. I don't suppose you can remember the name of the club we went to afterwards, with the dancer who was 6'8" tall?" alextiefling

"Your striptease to "Poison" was damn hot." fluffymormegil

"Do you remember climbing up mount Parnassus before dawn so we could watch the sunrise over Delphi? The rocks were steep and you held my hand all the way down because you forgot your trainers and had to wear your clogs, and I kept worrying that my hand was sweaty because even that early in the day it was 30 Centigrade? And later we saw the Omphalos, and you said it looked more like a cock head than a belly button." thelatinist

"The afternoon we spent up a tower with sniper rifles. I know you got more kills, but I still think I won on style points." ewx

"The name escapes, but that rural Irish village never knew what hit it.

There we were, back to back with naught but two broken bottles to stave off the increasingly irate circle of locals--a genuine misunderstanding about to turn ugly.

I tried apologies, you tried jokes, but to no avail. And then it happened. Maybe it was momentary insanity. Maybe it was fear. Either or both, it doesn't matter, because as we teetered on the point of no return, we both of us without suddenly burst forth in a song so perfectly catchy it set the pub alight (with song and dance, not fire. That was the back-up plan).

I can't remember how it went, but I recall that it was rockin'" gatita_militar

"I recall following the GSX-R1100 up the Mountain road and down again to Ramsay: never quite losing sight as you opened up the engine on the straight, never quite closing the gap on you through the bends.

Over and over, left and right, footpeg to footpeg, boiling the brake fluid going into the corners and giving it every ounce on the throttle coming out. You knew I was there, always in the rear-view mirror, playing with me 'til you realised that I really did mean to catch you up and overtake.

The VFR750 has finesse, but sometimes there's no substitute for sheer horsepower: even The Mountain eventually straightens out and I lost you...

Only to stop, stand the Honda on the brakes and turn around, having seen the GSX-R in the car park at the Mooragh Park Café. You heard the bike come in and turned around to see, and looked at me with strawberry ice cream on your nose.

The pink and purple colouring exactly matched your helmet." hairyears

"I was so disappointed when you gave up your cock." reddragdiva


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"I might have lived my life in a dream, but I swear, this is real..." Leaving New York, R.E.M.
"double!", "i'm just coming", "ohhh gin!", 42, aat, accents, all kinds of mythology, art nouveau, aunts, avant garde, becoming a domestic goddess, beer/gin at the pembury, belle & sebastian, bertram wilberforce wooster, big gay wizards, bisexuality, books, boys in eyeliner&nail-polish, buffy, cake-eating&having of, camera pr0n, camper shoes, camping, cbg to kgx, cheese, chewing gum phobia, chigley, college scarves, colour pencils, corset addiction, cribbage, cunning plans, dalton warblers, damerell's bad puns, dancing, darjeeling, dates, dave lister, domestic bliss, dragons' friendly society, erotica, fables, fangirling david tennant, feeling tingles, free gin by travel, generalised abstract nonsense, george orwell, getting into scrapes, gin, girls, girls in suits, giving unsolicited advice, glee, goth-like tendencies, gourmet pizza, graham greene, grandmas, gritty arthouse cinema, gym, hamsters of world peace, handcuffs, having adventures, having an overactive imagination, holes in stockings, hot anonymous sex, indie, jeeves, jill furmanovsky, john lewis, john peel, kgx to cbg, kissing, kurt hummel, latin, legilimency, libraries, london, long afternoons with friends, lord peter wimsey, losing a screw, loud rock music, love, marks & spencers underwear, massively overcatering, meta, mornington crescent, movies, music, musicals, nick drake, noggin the nog, northern soul, opensource, orgasm friends, outdoors, parlour games, perving, philip j fry, photography, pinot nyom, politics, polyamory, port, pretending to be innocent, pretty t-shirts, procrastinating, purring hot water bottles, rabbi lionel blue, radio 4, randomness, reading great novels, records, rock, running late accidentally, sappho, sarcasm, schoolgirl lesbians with roses, sewing, sex, sharp suits, shooting from the hip, silk stockings, singing, singing inappropriately, single sex schools, slash, slut-like behavior, smut, snapshots, solo living, subtle piratey imagery, sunday afternoon films, taxidermy phobia, the pembury tavern, theatre, thinking big thoughts, thundercats, trying not to giggle, vegetarian fry-ups, vodka = evil!, waitrose, walking, weasel poo coffee, wmhs new directions, π

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