kameron mcintyre. 18. northern ireland.

YES; sleep, thursdays, cheese, night cream, lights,  stripey t-shirts, magazine covers, external hard drives, asia, fanta lemon, £££, baggy cardigans/jumpers, harry potter, zooey deschanel, windy weather, southern comfort and lime, train journeys, lying in bed with one leg over the person beside you, liberation from old feelings, eating chinese food with chopsticks, journals, planners, diaries, rails full of clothes, checking your account balance and it’s over 100, chocolate when life is shit, alcohol when life is super, nice teeth, cats, cold water, organisation, the feeling you get when people laugh at what you say, silk, black and white photos, video montages, all kinds of music, getting shit off your chest, focus, goals, all things internet, the smell of washing powder.

NO; sibilance, cold tea, dragged out movies, unbearably pretentious individuals, evan almighty, 90’s music, life complications, maths, the way holding money makes my palms clammy, coke zero, the word ‘lasagne’, ordering chinese, pentagons, the silence of being in an elevator with someone you don’t know, people who like to constantly have deep conversations, power thirsty police, most politicans, rude customers/sales assistants, consequences of mayonnaise, camels, snot, body hair (especially on hands), dull radio presenters, the awkward moment when people think they can fuck with you, lord of the flies, saying goodbye, losing receipts, too much on the mind, chapped lips.