The inexorable feeling of eternity

I've been home for a month and half now, and the feeling is surprisingly normal. Nonetheless, I do so very much miss it. Do they have a word for being homesick for a place that isn't actually home? I find myself fixating on tiny things like the milk cartons I get from the supermarket or the 33p Sainsbury white chocolate that is especially addictive. I miss the way people dress impeccably in the tube.

Anyways, I've been doing some photo manipulation lately and I thought I'd share some. Not the best photo quality but I thought I'd make some nice BWs to go on my wall eventually.

 I think I am in love in earnest.

 In other news, I acquired a very peculiar and wonderful dress for obscenely cheap yesterday while walking past a sale rack on my way to visit a friend in Kitsilano. It goes with my patent black Victorian strappy ankle boots perfectly. For your viewing pleasure (please excuse the mirror self-photography):

Cheers lovelies :)