gentle_truths:
Selfie. (I never figured him out but he did look familiar)
gentle_truths:
Catwalk underground.
gentle_truths:
Everywhere I look, I see Laibach.
gentle_truths:
Filigree's thought patterns, frequently floral and fundamentally frivolous, were now frightfully frazzled.
gentle_truths:
Kindred hands II
gentle_truths:
Kindred hands
gentle_truths:
Colossus. Caged.
gentle_truths:
Grayson Perry: who are you?
gentle_truths:
Gay bar.
gentle_truths:
"We are castaways", whispered the leaf to the leaflet. "Castaways in lurid limbo."
gentle_truths:
Tony's heading back to the office.
gentle_truths:
Glennis needs a cab.
gentle_truths:
Change here.
gentle_truths:
Backstreet colour palette
gentle_truths:
Gertrude and Harriette are enjoying a night at the theatre.
gentle_truths:
Advert
gentle_truths:
Rainy day in the village III
gentle_truths:
Rainy day in the village II
gentle_truths:
Rainy day in the village
gentle_truths:
Boredom is blowfish cheeks on a busy train to Baron's Court.
gentle_truths:
Puddle selfies are my favourite ones.
gentle_truths:
The other side is locked.
gentle_truths:
Gerald.
gentle_truths:
The sky over #tateliverpool
gentle_truths:
In Amoris somnusque
gentle_truths:
The conversation was going downhill and so were they. Keith and Darren had agreed to disagree but at this dangerous depth, the stop button seemed to be the only solution.
gentle_truths:
Come to grips
gentle_truths:
Brighton blue
gentle_truths:
The last limbs of the West Pier.
gentle_truths:
The Insider
