Back at the campsite that night I was really sick - from exhaustion or drinking glacial water or bad cheese sandwiches or a combination of everything. I got so violently ill that as I was throwing up I wet myself. I remember throwing up a hand and crying “no! I’ve wet my pants!” in a very mournful way when he tried to approach. In an act of the most tender and excruciating kind of intimacy, James stripped off my pants and washed me and later washed the pants too.

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5. ferocityinafivefootpackage said: Oh my God. And that is love. It is worth transplanting yourself to a new continent for, don’t forget that.
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7. babybirch said: these are gorgeous and I can’t believe you took them with a disposable camera. also this makes my heart ache a little.
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