Archives for posts with tag: night in


Making this print of my favourite quote. I’m going to get it printed and framed when I have money.

The excitement of going to see a flat. Even if it didn’t turn out as we’d hoped.

An evening of chats, biscuits, embroidery and Sarah Millican with Jo.

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Waking up with him. Making dumb jokes about baby Sophie. Remembering what he said about my eyes. 

Making jokes with the pharmacy ladies.

A night in with Matt and Bivan, watching two films, eating two pizzas and discussing the queuing systems at the local shops. (Shit photo, great night)


Yak and Yeti takeaway and RuPaul in bed.

All the foxes on the way home. One was like ‘yeah, and what’. So ballsy. 

Perving on hot men trying on great suits in M&S

Coming home to see that Jonny had left my room looking immaculate. Minimalist mates forever.

Getting the budget. Or a bit of it at least.

Facemasks and vulvas.

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A night in with the flatmates. Wine, Akon, pizza and pasta plus sparklers.
An hours walk in the sun in the middle of the day.
A few moments out in the office garden, away from the screens and amongst the plants.

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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.

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A night in with my flatmates. Pizza, beer, card games and stupid videos.
Discovering bitmojis.
And RuPauls keyboard.

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My new jumper. It’s not itchy, it’s not saggy, it’s the perfect color and it only cost $8 from the charity shop.
Remembering something slightly embarrassing that I said when I was a bit drunk the other night. Woops!
Spending some time alone in our room doing a hair mask, having a hot shower whilst listening to music and then putting on warm comfy clothes and feeling clean and relaxed. Perfect for a dark, rainy evening.