What the hell just happened to my brain?
What the hell just happened to my brain?
Cider Sunday
Our candles are drooping.
It’s been sunny.
My twenty year old flatmate will be saving lives two years from now. She is very good at what she does, too. Yet she cannot sleep without her Blankie. This confounds me.
I watched The Cider House Rules while cuddling my camera.
Home.
Welcome to Glasgow, mate.
(Source: surrealography)
I shed a lot of hair.
