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Beautiful nounless things; I wish I could call you Beautiful nounless things; I wish I could call you by your name. Walking barefoot with the wilderness, the shadow of a flower - drunk on golden hour, a sky full of stars and a moon made to captivate and illuminate all the smallness of the audience finding their seats below it. Laundry blowing in the wind, the rolling of the kettle before the rest of the house is awake, birdsong in the morning, the smell of a new book, an empty beach, the sound of rain, floating in the ocean, the colour of your soul x
I was meant to be blue gritting the hallway walls I was meant to be blue gritting the hallway walls ready for them to get plastered ... but it’s a poo job so I just stuck my head in the proverbial sand instead & had a very civilised sunset rosé on the rocks. No ice. Just a real rock. And thirsty trousers. Again! Come through @bolneyestate for your Cuvée Rosé sparkling tipple of dreams [kindly gifted* / PR product}
Wear the mask. And just be grateful you’re not V Wear the mask. And just be grateful you’re not Van Gogh 👂🏻
naught but a braless field loving nincompoop naught but a braless field loving nincompoop
———— swimming with the stingers today. ———— swimming with the stingers today.
A summer to treasure @astridandmiyu [pr product] A summer to treasure @astridandmiyu [pr product]
Chin-chin 🥂 Chin-chin 🥂
I feel sentimental about summer this year, unchara I feel sentimental about summer this year, uncharacteristically so. I want the sun to keep throwing light around for as long as she can, warming the waters, bleaching the skies and bestowing us with more hours to romance the ordinary. Simple plans of languid days spent skimming stones and lazing on grass with a stranger’s imagination bound in my lap. To see the back of this season will be to see too many endings; summertime sadness.

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