Crows

The sea of crows fly noisily towards their nests in the pink grey of the evening, as I walk beneath them, towards the paying ward.

This is what we do. This is our routine, I think to myself. The crows and me.

I’ve walked this walk for many months now, and these crows, they are always flying towards their homes when I get here. And they are always so loud. We seem to be going in opposite directions every time.

By the time we leave the hospital they’ll be fast asleep in their nests, the silence even though welcomed, will always be deafening.

Beautiful Is The Most Boring Thing You Can Be

Thought Catalog

The only thing that got me through my three-year battle with orthodontic equipment, cystic acne, and ill-fitting glasses was the promise that one day I would be pretty. The palate expander and braces would come off, and my teeth would be straight and white. My acne would clear up, if I only followed the ever-changing advice of my dermatologist and used my products religiously. My face shape would grow into itself, and I would finally find glasses which didn’t sit so strangely on my uneven nose. I am now 24, and I still have acne, and I also battle with rosacea. I was not as religious with my retainer as I should have been, and my teeth will always be slightly off as a result. My face shape has not changed enough to make glasses fit much better, even if I have improved at picking flattering frames (although I mostly…

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The People Post

From London and around.. 

Street musician on the banks of the River Thames. Such talent ! <3

Street musician on the banks of the River Thames. Such talent ! ❤

The bubble man on the banks of the river Thames. The kids went nuts ! And me.

The bubble man on the banks of the river Thames. The kids went nuts ! And me.

Guard on duty

Guard on duty

Girls and their skirts

Girls and their skirts

Stormtrooper party

Stormtrooper party

This guy had a divine voice

This guy had a divine voice

And then this girl, hijacked his mic and started singing songs from the Backstreet Boys. Such good fun.

And then this girl, hijacked his mic and started singing songs from the Backstreet Boys. Such good fun.

One of my favorite things about London. The street music. <3

One of my favorite things about London. The street music. ❤

Man, dog and music,  in Leicester Square

Man, dog and music, in Leicester Square

Girl feeding pigeons in Bath

Girl feeding pigeons in Bath

Man and his dog, in Bath

Man and his dog, in Bath

Stumbling into a Union Jacks

Coming out of Mindshare office in Holborn, I wanted to pee. It was cold , the wind was really biting through my warm clothes, I was hungry and wanted something warm to drink and a bite to eat, but mostly, I wanted to pee. I didn’t look around much when I quickly dashed into one of the eateries near by.

I quickly informed the smiling gentleman at the counter what I wanted and dashed downstairs to use the loo. I came back, sat by a window and watched the world pass me by , content that I was in what seemed like a very cosy nice little place. I then looked around after a while and read the name on the mug of hot chocolate in front of me.

Everything else then happened in slow motion. I noticed the Jamie Oliver books on the counter, the banners, the chalk boards. Ah. The pizza chef throwing a flattened round dough to the ceiling, winked at me in slow motion while the dough fell back into his hands.

I smiled.

Pictures. Pictures.

P.S

The food was amazing. So fresh and fragrant. The hot chocolate, it warmed my soul.

 

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Goodbye London !

I hope I get to see you again.

See you in the museums of London and the streets full of people with their impeccable dress sense ; stockings, high heels, jackets and upturned noses. I hope I get to drink with you in the old pubs frequented by famous authors and famous parrots . Smell you in the smoke that arises from exotic food sold in street markets. I hope I get to sit beside you in the subway while your nose is buried in your book, or with you on the side of the road by the homeless guy with the dog , or sit on the cold floor in front of the street musician who’s playing some sort of chinese flute. I’ll smile at you while you feed pigeons in front of the Tate , God knows pigeons scare me witless.

I hope I get to see you in Degas and van Gogh, standing so close to you I could almost nose bump your art. So close. I hope I get to walk with you by the river thames . The water is dirty but the atmosphere, magical.

I hope I’ll get to watch more broadway with you, crying with you one more time , not knowing why we are crying.

You come off a bit cold and very very polite but I know, I can tell, you and I are just like old friends, waiting patiently till we see each other again, smiling at the memories over a cup of Ceylon Tea.

 

Delivery guy / Artist after work in the dusk by the side of the road

Delivery guy / Artist after work in the dusk by the side of the road