Faye Greene

@whorticulturee.bsky.social

*ethereal music plays* 💌fayegreene@pm.me 🌐meetfaye.space

This summer has been all about: reading a book a week, eating well, walking TONS, travelling to new cities with old lovers, being one of the local cafes first customers and being one of the clubs last dancers 🧚‍♀️

I recently started collecting DVDs. You know, I’m a sucker for home entertainment in the best available quality. Cowboy Bebop - the series - not the movie- is how I began the collection.

All I need in this life of sin (heatwaves caused by greedy companies lack of care for the environment) is me and my girlfriend (a modest A/C unit)

My very first solo dolo camping trip! Because this year, I‘m not waiting for anyone to do things that make my heart happy. I will admit, pitching the tent was much harder than I thought 😅 That’s usually a man’s job.

Faye’s breakfast Faye’s favourite place to sleep. 
Aka, her tent.

Sometimes you gotta lay under a tree on a hot summers day listening to Transatlanticism by Death Cab while thinking of your first big love. I’m a sucker for a little summertime nostalgia ✨

Asked the bar tender last night to charge my phone and when I went to collect it he says “that’s a really beautiful cat you have” But my lock screen picture is possibly the most menacing photo I’ve taken of him 🤣

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Criminal behaviour being recommended the clubs I attended tonight, after specifically asking for techno/elektro. Then I show up at both and they’re playing f***ing flo rida. CRIMINAL! JAIL TIME! HOW THE FUQ? TECHNO WHERE? 😔

I also love that I’m racially ambiguous enough that no matter wherever I am in Europe I pass for most nationalities and 9/10 times people will speak to me in the language of the country I’m visiting. And I usually know just enough of said language to keep up the rouse.

My quitting smoking journey has come full stop being in europe but, that’s entirely okay. It’s be a shame to not indulge when the tobacco is so good and there are ashtrays on every single table. Plus, everyone knows cigarettes after 3 glasses of wine/ accompanied by espresso don’t count.

My date and I went to see some live jazz last night and it was SO bad, I turned over to give him a raised eye brow and he had his hand over his mouth to stop from laughing, which nearly made me spit take beer from my nose. truly it was a wonderful bonding moment we laughed about it for hours