Wella Kind Of Revolution. That Wasnt Really The Word For What It Was. There Was The Peoples Republic

Well…a kind of revolution. That wasn’t really the word for what it was. There was the People’s Republic of Treacle Mine Road (Truth! Freedom! Justice! Reasonably priced love! And a hard-boiled egg!) that would live for all of a few hours, a strange candle that burned too briefly and died like a firework.

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reblog my poll boy 🫵🏻

3,000 years pass and I'm back to this.

Beautiful vintage book spines

most of the time everything sucks but when the sky is blanketed in dark blue-grey clouds after heavy raining and the sun starts to peek through the clouds so that the tops of trees glint pale green and every white structure is starkly, blindingly silhouetted against the sky i’m ok.