Archives for posts with tag: independence

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Remembering my dream last night, a completely random story that involved a HUGE spurt of sperm onto the ceiling. And was in no way sexy.
Starting off the day with some Beyoncé. Empowered, angry and independent.
The group of joyful, laughing, vibrant women who sat and chatted for ages. One reminded me of my favourite cousin.

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A ‘no’ vote for Scottish independence! I’m so relieved.
A chicken and garlic bread dinner, reminding me of Thursday night dinners at home.
Spying on the guy our flatmate has been seeing as he tried to work out which house was ours.