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@xlellis

Lauren ΰ₯

xlellis

Writer, artist & wannabe explorer 🌍 24. Bristol/Malaga/Gibraltar.πŸŒ΅πŸŒŠπŸŒžπŸ” Art account: @laurenellis_art

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Got slightly lost in Birmingham looking for @phototropictravel but at least the sunset was lovely
Autumn is my favourite
08:43
Last of the sunlight
Always struck by Hellenistic sculptures and the way they can capture such texture + tenderness in marble
The last couple days have been all kinds of lovely
Late night lights
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Yesterday we said goodbye to Alfie. I’ve been thinking about the day he turned up outside our house. I was thirteen and he was all skin and bones and howling. He had dreadlocked and sticky fur and a scent so strong you could smell him from across the street. I begged and begged to keep him. He was needy and annoying and not always very good at relating to other beings (like owner like dog, eh) but he was my strange pooch and I loved him. I’ll miss his intense stare, incessant sneezing and the feeling of his wet snout shoved under my arm vying for attention. He was an OG member of our pack and our family. Rest in peace little guy, I hope you’re barking your nut off in the kennel in the sky
One of my favourite things about my walk to work in the morning is the quality of sunlight as it cuts through Mill Avenue and spills into the park (08:52)
Savouring that autumn sun
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The most beautiful sight in the world
Stormy skies
Last night was lovely + full of flamenco dancing + late night bike rides through the city
Have I even been to my Granny’s if I don’t spend all my time looking through old photographs? (I’m not sure if you’ve noticed, but her study is one of my favourite places in the world)
On a rainy train ride home + reflecting on how strange and slightly sad it was to say goodbye to my childhood home today. I’m still covered in paint + aching and I loved helping my parents out, but it was surreal to redecorate the rooms we spent so many afternoons in, or gloss the stairs my siblings and I used to slide on our bums down. We haven’t lived here for a long time (Spain and Bristol have since become home to me, too) but I’m waking up to the reality it won’t be ours for much longer. There was always a comfort in knowing it was there. That I could come back and touch it and breathe it in and remember. Idk, I’ve never been very good at letting go (of people, places or things) and I may never climb the apple tree again, mark my height on the walls or sleep in my old bedroom, but as was so rightly pointed out to me earlier: it’ll be lovely for another family to move in and fill the house with love + life again. #imasoppygitsoz

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