Archives for posts with tag: graffiti

This beautiful tree near my house

Seeing my name graffitied on a bin. It was just so bizarre. It’s not a name you usually see anywhere.

Kissing

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First day at work. Smashed it. 

Pub with Ciaran and Alec. The dream team.

Doug sent me a vagina graffiti for my Instagram.

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This owl graffiti that looked like a damp patch.
The freshly cut grass on the walk to work.
85p naans. Exactly when I wanted cheap naan. Thank you universe.

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Seaside graffiti.
Knee dancing.
Finally figuring out what the song is.

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No laughing.
Waking around Bristol in the sun.
Playing pool.

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Feminist graffiti
“If you like it then you should have put a lid on it”
I got a job! One that seems nice and lovely with friendly people!

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This graffiti.
The Perth Christmas Pageant. Cute kids, Santa, two bag pipe bands, Santa hat wearing Storm Troopers, pirates playing music for belly dancers and Chinese dragons.
The huge bison. I had no idea how big they are.

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This. Awful but kind of funny too.
All the street art in Christchurch, in place of buildings.
Teasing mum and winding her up like I’ve always done.

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This sign as I walked to meditation
Skyping with my parents
I had the most amazing, joyful experience at meditation. One that made me believe that it really will help.

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This bear
Driving over to our flatmate’s work with two other flatmates so we could hang out with him and get a free, delicious lunch
Driving up the ridiculously steep hill we live on in the old, slightly broken car and leaning back in my seat, feeling fairly certain that I’m vertical.