i wonder what you think of fur, berlin
upon our return we regarded our treasures as trails to memories priceless.
but two hours later i could not imagine that i had slept every night for a week next to her and never been alone for more than two minutes,
though i noticed my abstinence from speaking every thought i had aloud.
in the place where we were told we would not get far if our furs were real// aka if we weren't fake.
where we were constantly asked what we were on, on e on what we were on. if it was because it was common to be on, or if we just felt we could act as we would without the need of a substance to set us "free" i couldn't say, but we avoided letters. all the letters but we and us. and alcohol. its been confirmed on too many levels for comfort i am an addict.
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Postat av: J
Jenny du är grym grym grym! mycket bättre på att skriva än fota. hahaha. men still grym! jag är sjukt imponerad. btw har jag en idé
Postat av: soooonja
haha, jag älskar den lilla mannen som tittar ut genom fönstret. nästan lika söt som du.
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