St Bartholomew’s Hospital, today. A rather unfortunate bus right in front of that sacred site.
St Bartholomew’s Hospital, today. A rather unfortunate bus right in front of that sacred site.
a kitchenette in the old euston train depot (also known as the day I grew a pair… not literally though).
iceland (today i am a tad sad)
one of the last nights of my housemates both being around (in bincho, yuzu pannacotta, soymilk doughnuts with green tea sugar)
it may not always be so (e.e.cummings)
it may not always be so;and i say
that if your lips,which i have loved,should touch
another's,and your dear strong fingers clutch
his heart,as mine in time not far away;
if on another's face your sweet hair lay
in such a silence as i know,or such
great writhing words as,uttering overmuch,
stand helplessly before the spirit at bay;
if this should be,i say if this should be-
you of my heart,send me a little word;
that i may go unto him,and take his hands,
saying,Accept all happiness from me.
Then shall i turn my face,and hear one bird
sing terribly afar in the lost lands.
-E.E. Cummings
aliens attack a letterbox / victoria sponge cake
a good saturday spent with the apple of my eye.
daily happenings in townhouse 3
outside borough market , after a long trek from lancaster gate
a lonely tree (regent’s park)
