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On a hillside desolate, tipsy charming men with nearly seven years of grammar schooling behind them comfortably channel an out of key Morrissey.

photos: god knows, probably tfs
And Claxton, I wrote the above myself. It's the closest writing of mine you'll find to poetry.
toothpaste kisses - the maccabees
yesterday
It snowed up North. It snowed a lot.
I went wearing my most sensible footwear and I still didn't feel dressed appropriately, but at least I wasn't wearing the shortest skirt there, I'm sure my Head of Year would be appalled.
photos: private
coat: topshop
cardigan: fffound
tee: zara
skirt: topshop
scarf: fatface
shoes: topshop
And, just on the side, I'm smiling in these photos, you happy McCann?
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