#taste

Nothing tastes as good as skinny feels. ↗

— Kate Moss

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#good #nothing #skinny #tastes

You have to see this,” he said. For the rest of my life, the men I loved or would love—it was always this way: *You must read/see/listen to/ think about this*. And I would. Read or watch or listen or think. It was one way of becoming the person I wanted to be. ↗

— Suzanne Scanlon

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#taste #life

The two Mast Houses just within the Victory Gate of Portsmouth Dockyard are raised above the water on piloti. They are structures of remarkable grace, clinker-built, painted the palest green. They are vast, as they needed to be. Their survival is an industrial site devoted for a century to the servicing of mastless vessels is a matter for celebration. The use of which the more southerly is put is a matter for obloquy: the Mary Rose Shop is a repository of tawdry, insipid tat. It's the sort of stuff to make me wince- a dismal, timid inventory of mediocrity. Bad taste is forgivable. It's no taste which is so disheartening. ↗

— Jonathan Meades

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#forgiveness