I threw out some old things today..

.. and I wish I could talk to you about it.

but here's to moving forward, and new olds. 

Here's to happy :)

Miss you lots. xx

a little story

 Have You Met the Mustards?

Ernest Hemmingway Mustard lives on the Brighton/Hove border with his dear lady wife Violet and Doris, their rather grumpy, portly, Jack Russell.

Mr Mustard is a kind, simple soul: a professional tuneless hummer who dabbles in hurricane prediction. Violet, the dear lady wife, is slightly stern, seldom smiles, but is a devil for the Gypsy Creams. Although he doesn't quicken her pulse like a slightly damp Mr D'Arcy, Ernest is a fairly reliable and generous husband who will bring her a bar of Fry's Chocolate Cream and bunches of flowers from other people's gardens. She got a whole trough of bizzie lizzies once, and asked no questions.

a sneaky one

a field of gold

I stumbled across them along the aisles of Borders, whilst looking for your birthday card, han, and have been a little enamoured with them ever since. Created by Sam Toft, these are just stories of two; a simple, lovely life that inspires my own story of two. 

J and I are moving in together. xx

who the f -

are these random people posting comments on our blog and linking us to weirdo chinese porn?!

a superbowl commercial

that made me smile and cry a bit of a sissy tear :`)

sleep in

a beautiful revolution also from Andre Jordan. I got into work at an ungodly hour this morning and this is exactly how I feel.

no one loves me

a series of photographs by Andre Jordan.

I love them.

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just because, that didn't come off as temporary enough.
it will just take time. I'll get there. promise. xx