1) Weekends outside of London
2) Spring Sunshine
3) Avocados
4) Experiencing the best bus driver in London, on my journey home tonight. He helped a French tourist find her way, let a out of change girl ride for free, got out of his driving seat to help an old lady on the bus and whistled while he drove. Faith in humans slightly restored
6) There are cemeteries that are lonely,
graves full of bones that do not make a sound,
the heart moving through a tunnel,
in it darkness, darkness, darkness,
like a shipwreck we die going into ourselves,
as though we were drowning inside our hearts,
as though we lived falling out of the skin into the soul.
— Pablo Neruda, Nothing But Death
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