I've had some pretty big posts—big concept posts, I guess—rattling around a while in my brain. But I haven't worked out how to articulate some of these ideas.
So instead I thought I'd steal some beautiful Instagrams from my Posts You've Liked feed (credited with click thru and below ofc) and do a little mind dump.
- I'm not gonna let myself buy from Amazon anymore.
- Kristen Stewart's birthday was this week. I still have a weird thing for Kristen Stewart.
- I have no desire to watch films anymore. Old or new. I went to film school. This concerns me. But only when I allow myself to think about it.
- I want to read Outlander so I can watch sexy Scottish men on telly.
- Where can I buy clothes that aren't made in a sweatshop or from sketchily obtained raw materials? Is it People Tree, Kuyichi, and charity shops for the rest of my life?
I've had some pretty big posts—big concept posts, I guess—rattling around a while in my brain. But I haven't worked out how to articulate some of these ideas.
So instead I thought I'd steal some beautiful Instagrams from my Posts You've Liked feed (credited with click thru and below ofc) and do a little mind dump.
- I'm not gonna let myself buy from Amazon anymore.
- Kristen Stewart's birthday was this week. I still have a weird thing for Kristen Stewart.
- I have no desire to watch films anymore. Old or new. I went to film school. This concerns me. But only when I allow myself to think about it.
- I want to read Outlander so I can watch sexy Scottish men on telly.
- Where can I buy clothes that aren't made in a sweatshop or from sketchily obtained raw materials? Is it People Tree, Kuyichi, and charity shops for the rest of my life?
For my trip with Ross to Cornwall last autumn, I bought two shitty disposable cameras from Boots for us to take along.
That way we could have a Ross-cam and an M-cam to look back on when we returned home to London.
The above depicts alternating swigs from a local brew of Cornish cider. This stuff was strong. After an ill-fated attempt to stroll (trek) through the middle of nowhere to get to the nearest town (completely my fault for overestimating my actual enjoyment of three-hour-long walks), we happened upon a tiny farm selling some bits and bobs to passersby. The jug of cider was cheaper than the bottled water. So logic says buy it to sip while you wait for a taxi to carry you back to your cottage.
For my trip with Ross to Cornwall last autumn, I bought two shitty disposable cameras from Boots for us to take along.
That way we could have a Ross-cam and an M-cam to look back on when we returned home to London.
The above depicts alternating swigs from a local brew of Cornish cider. This stuff was strong. After an ill-fated attempt to stroll (trek) through the middle of nowhere to get to the nearest town (completely my fault for overestimating my actual enjoyment of three-hour-long walks), we happened upon a tiny farm selling some bits and bobs to passersby. The jug of cider was cheaper than the bottled water. So logic says buy it to sip while you wait for a taxi to carry you back to your cottage.
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