She’s magical. She’s everything I need in a person. She’s my better side, the side that carries me through emotional unstability, the person who I can read with for hours without any form of awkwardness or geekiness, the side I can wear giant panda heads with and still be cool.

She was born in South Africa and came to New Zealand when we were 6. We met in primary school when I was assigned to “show her around the school”. It’s true, we’ve had ups and downs, particularly throughout primary school, but we’ve stuck through it and made it to the other happy side, a side that will continue to blossom, until we’re stuck in rocking chairs, knitting each other scarves and chatting about a new cookie recipe that’s appeared, or the latest book that neither of us have read.

We’ve grown up with barbies, bratz, baking and trash-to-fashion. We’ve called each over the phone in tears, and studied/procrastinated together during exams. I know that if I ever need her, she’s just a phone call away, as well as vice-versa.

I can only hope that we will ever progress forwards in our relationship. I love her as much as the basil loves the pesto, the sun loves the day, the flame loves the wood. As I said before, she is magical.

• Body odour
• Smoking
• Messy rooms
• Unmade beds
• Butting into conversations
• Untrustworthiness
• Pushovers
• Rape jokes
• Narcissists
• Rat-tails
• Gigantic jewellery
• Back hair
• Douchebags
• Racism
• Sexist jokes
• Anger issues
• Moodswings
• Not talking about problems
• Boring-ness
• Drinking excessively
• Clinginess
• Stubbies (short shorts)
• Meanness
• People who make fun of others
• Acting stupid
• Bad breath
• Arrogance
• Cockiness
• Indecisiveness
• Perverts
• Sex-addicts
• Yellow teeth
• Bad grammar/spelling
• Low self-esteem
• Dirty nails
• Laziness
• Chewing tobacco
• Farting
• Eating with the mouth open
• Burping
• Jealousy
• Poor oral hygiene
• Ear stretches or whatever - when they’re just TOO BIG
• Too much cologne
• Bushy beards
• Stained clothing
• Speedos
• Disrespect

It’s frustrating when you don’t talk to me even though you ask me to talk to you. I can’t do everything.

• Smiles
• Writing that completely blows me away
• Eyes
• When he’s between my legs and I can feel him and he’s there and I know he’s there and he knows that I know that he’s there but doesn’t do anything except stay there
• Sunsets
• Running hands through my hair (when it used to be long)
• Massages
• Waking up and seeing him there
• Being braless
• Bubble baths
• Candles
• Briefs
• Those black jeans that he wears
• Being dominated oh my lord
• Being told what to do
• Roughness
• Brittish accents
• Irish accents
• Accents
• Boobs
• Sensitivity
• A man in uniform
• A brain and a sense of humour
• His smell
• Listening skills
• Physical contact
• Reading
• When a guy likes to read
• Having my throat kissed
• Being kissed
• Kissing
• Biting of the lip
• Erotica
• Vulnerability
• Awkwardness
• Emotions
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• Being dominated

I love positive development. I love my family. I love love.

I’m scared of losing everyone, not just their bodies, but their trust and their love. I’m scared of being left alone to wallow in my mind thinking the thoughts that come to existence on a rainy night in the cold when I’m alone in an empty bed and the blankets aren’t tucked up to my chin because my mother hasn’t come to kiss me goodnight and my teddy bear has fallen onto the floor and I can’t reach down to get her because the monster will grab me and pull me under to devour me for dinner.

I’m scared of being lost, of being unable to find a path or a track, of being alone in the big wide world with nobody there to hold my hand and tell me that I’ll be okay. I’m scared of being made to look like a fool. I’m scared that nobody will remember who I am after I’ve gone. I’m scared of being left alone, stumbling after a figure in the distance, shadows crawling down the brick walls, coming to enter my head, sending me spiralling downwards.

I’m scared of another war, the one that is coming and will probably arrive in my lifetime. I’m scared that my yet-to-exist children will have to live in a world of bomb shelters and gas masks and prejudice and inequality. I’m scared that it will rain acid and the walls that hold the roof above my head will melt and disfigure the landscape. I’m scared that there will be no more trees. I’m scared in a world controlled by robots and I’m scared of not being able to decide what will happen to me.

Capricorn.
December 22 - January 20

Traditional traits:
Practical and prudent
Ambitious and disciplined
Patient and careful
Humorous and reserved

Pessimistic and fatalistic
Miserly and grudging

Governs the knees, bones and skin.
Ruling planet is Saturn.
Associated with the goat.
Star stone - black onyx.
Associated with colour of brown.

Likes:
Reliability
Professionalism
Knowing what you discuss
Purpose
Firm foundations

Dislikes:
Wild schemes
Fantasies
Go-nowhere jobs
Ignominy (public shame)
Ridicule

Savannah Monique Davenport

Hannavas Euquinom Tropnevad