painting and unpainting my nails felt good and relieving.

half past 1am carry a wicker basket from your friend's, catch browning blossoms all the way home

god - 2 spectate.

blackberries wrapped up in oliver bonas tissue paper. we'll get u a new job, says my friend.

cross the bridge, seeking a breeze

cannot sit for the snails

hate clubbing, love club music centred video art

The remains of various prey items and an infertile egg collected from the nest of a South American harpy eagle. (Photo: Jack Hoopia)

The Prime Minister has basically copied and pasted my blogpost into a thread and passed it off as his own explanation. A blogpost which I had to write to rebut the lies he spent yesterday spouting. This is weapons grade shithousery.

Boris Johnson Worth adding that your 16th tweet is a lie. Under the current law, which has changed a lot since 2008, no terrorists are automatically released early from their sentences. But you know that, being the legal sage you are.

tell your friends you love them and tell them this wasn’t pointless

blossom spectacular enough to take the edge off ur desire

i stopped using twitter because it crowded my brain, the algorithm showing me things bc a few followers liked it, endless retweet etc. i want to be here without the noise - how do u do it?

the slack notification sound is the death rattle

early Autumn fridge vibe, another pack of rasberries bites the dust

nessun dorma in the coop 🤍

curlews / cull ewes

trochanteric trauma aka i hate sitting at a desk

i don't have the resilience to deal with a butternut squash tonight