- Vincent van Gogh, in a letter to Theo, his brother (The Hague, 22 July 1883

It’s not called a pilgrimage for nothing 🫥

Went on a date yesterday. It was nice. Nothing felt wrong. But when I left, I sat by the sea alone and realized I wasn’t looking forward to seeing that person again. And that’s what confuses me. I don’t have trouble meeting people. I just don’t seem to feel what everyone else feels when they meet someone they want to keep in their life.

wish me luck on this interview (and i need to resize my ring)

A big part of my life is trawling Victoria rescuing Maremma sheepdogs, bringing them home to rehabilitate and rehome. Puppy cuddles are not infrequent (sadly)