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chocolate mousse for breakfast

the sound of tape rewinding, the art of knowing where you last left a movie. A feeling unmatched.

Microwave minutes converted to human standard time

slurry

looking at money realising I have to do taxes

a documentary about a cannibal travel blogger cursed with always getting the middle seat on flights.

Plotting and scheming

baking elaborate masterpieces for hotel neighbours. Unexplored. Unnecessary.

made the most of summer, rediscovered tumblr

looks like painting clouds is going to take some time

Tryna chat em up about Pokemon, they couldn’t care less :(

vintage find from the bombay book cleanse 

They aren’t amused by your new lifestyle. Think about your impact. Pandemic or not - Sleep Responsibly. Under your bed or inside your head, what’d yours look like?