Archives for posts with tag: talking to myself


Beautiful, peely tube walls.

Working from home, talking to myself.

Jesus peering through a vagina. From Becky.

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This, from Buzzfeed. Oh Buzzfeed, the hours I waste on you.

Pretending to be on the phone to ignore someone but in the process getting to talk out loud to myself on the street, something I’ve never properly done before. It’s fun.

The smell of burning paper. Although this smile was wiped off my face when I turned the corner and realised someone had set fire to a recycling bin.