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LINGON
BERRY
AVAL
ANCHE
This is a world of dreams and reverie, where I felt the stars explode around me. A grass blade flashed with a gleam as it slashed open a moonbeam, and I stared back breathlessly. As mountains of fruit tumbled out, I barely had the chance to shout; a lingonberry avalanche crashed over me.
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title: wish you:
Monday, 20 April 2009 AT 5:05 pm


(our rather small hotel in London)

(dinner in this taiwanese restuarant)

(on the train to Windsor)

(Windsor castle)

(ketchup & mustard!)

(the miniature world in Legoland)
(more amazingly detailed midget stuff)

(yes, that huge motherfucker is made of Lego)

(awesome roasted duck at this random Chinese place in Bayswater)

(Chelsea Football Club pitch, where they played Liverpool on that very patch of grass. Be jealous now)

(I found Figo's jersey)

(oh yes, me with the Chelsea team, and I'm not even a supporter)

(team lockers in CFC changing room)

(Hello, Ballack bias)

(their showers, where the team get naked)

(hilarious, the British Museum has Hell Money on display)

(highlight of museum trip: mummies ♥)


I'm tired, and I dont know if I should go on like this. I just dont know anymore okay, and the way people are giving me shit about it like I dont already give myself enough shit as it is kills me.
I want out so stop making me second-think and fuck off, kthxbai.


Angst aside, I'm back from London! Small portion of pictures up there, not really in order. Might post more if I can be arsed. :)
Easter holidays have ended and its back to college, oh lordy, the joy. Prs to note sarcasm btw.

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