Water droplets on plants.
Momo’s for lunch.
Silly texts with Corinne that made me laugh. She dream fucked ciaran.
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Watermelon. Lots of watermelon.
Lying in the park, feeling the heat of the sun.
Chatting to Corinne over text. Giving her my reviews on English towns.
Seeing Jo in the park and talking about everything. I feel better now.
Going for a walk with Jonny at lunchtime. It was so sweet that he asked me to go with him.
Flowers from Corinne.
‘You’re the discharge friend!’
Walking through the ecology park in the morning, when everything was wet and shiny and bright and green.
Corinne’s peeling feet.
Dotori dinner.
Having some parents say thank you to us for being there outside their school.
More free sex toys. And it started off a fun conversation with Sean.
Laughing with Jo, Jonny and Corinne in the pub with the candles and takeaway pizza.
Scrotum car.
He said he really likes me. And he wants to see me.
The video for Corinne.
My brilliant friend, reporting on important and heartbreaking things in big newspapers. Very proud.
Wearing my dungarees again.
Vegan dinner. Rice rice rice.
Wearing my dungarees
Free Kindle Fire
Voice messages with Corinne
Sewing a vulva
Watching Dawson’s Creek
Having a couple of coffees with Corinne
Mum and dad.
The Alexander Calder exhibition at the Tate. So so amazing. I could have looked at those sculptures all day.
A night in with Corinne, Vietnamese food, beer and comfy clothes.
Jonny. Just Jonny. But also this bitmoji. I love him. I miss him.
Silent night. The goat version.
Corinne. Even when she can’t move because her neck is buggered, she still cheers me up.
