Lucy Dartmouth Whore ❤️

About Newcastle

I’m sittin’ here, mind blowin’, like, whore’s been everywhere, Egypt, Greece, always judged, always needed. Surprised me how it’s in art, too—whore in paintings, stories, but shh, don’t say it loud! Funny, right? Like, “ooh, scandalous!” but also, chill, it’s just life. Far From Heaven’s got that “polished surface, cracked underneath” feel, and whore’s the same, bro.

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From immovable mountains to endless blue skies. But our story today concerns one horny dude. (I do ought to warn you, his words are quite crude.).

Then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I mean, classic British weather, right? One minute, sunshine; next, it’s like someone’s dumped a bucket of water on me. I’m soaked, and my strawberries? Well, they’re now a mushy mess in my bag. Great. Just great. I’m standing there, drenched, thinking, “Why do I even bother?”

Nature Diary by Fiona van Es | Sunrise at Slapton