"I think my soul is probably a rainbow growing wildflowers..."

@howtocreatehappy and I would make such a beautiful couple if we didn't like boys so much...

Post New Years night out selfies, I love these ♡♡♡ I have no New Years resolutions, I can't really. For the first time in my life an entire year is spread in front of me; completely blank. One big, exciting, thrilling, terrifying question mark. I know I will continue to grow into the person I'm meant to be, my own inner journey will continue as much as my geographical one and that's so exciting. I will continue to learn to "Let go & Trust"... As for New Years night itself, It was a mixed night, I dont like clubs very much (we went to a gay bar) and I wasn't drinking so the night had its ups and downs. There was some good dancing though and good laughs. Leo met a boi and I think I was more excited about it than him (til I got to hear about it all on the way home) ;). Plus I saw so many beautiful gay men that my ovaries were in a perpetual state of confusion. Stop reading now if you want to avoid a rant. ________________________________________________ The walk home was incredibly depressing, not least for the rain but because it was horrendous to see the people. Everyone out in the rain in tiny dresses, shoes in hand, some vomiting in the street, shoes being thrown around the place (we narrowly missed a rather stylish black slip on missile of unknown origin), crying, screaming, near fucking in the street, all kinds of drama and everyone crowded in and around fast food restaurants; the wrappers and contents of which were strewn around everywhere, mashed into the floor and blowing around. It was truly revolting, the state of the people too. I've never before witnessed such a volume of people without any apparent form of control or self respect. And goodness me do I sound like my mother.

Vegans after a night out...

"Strasbourg, the capital of Christmas" Little Christmas Fair sneak peak. It's officially Christmas for a month now...

Hands, at Winkworth Arboretum