what am i doing what am i doing. i dont know what the fuck i am doing.

it was snowing and i was wearing heals and the silvery dream of a dress and we ate korean food korean food with lots of vegetables and side dishes and drank an entire bottle of wine which made my body warmer and in the jacket of my pocket i had a paper where i wrote what i wanted to say but i held it tight and didnt take it out and then we walked ( Read more... )

we are going out to dinner tomorrow. i am wearing a silver dress and cant prepare or think of what to say, i hope it doesnt snow, i hope i dont fall even deeper.

sitting on top of the car and it is cold and you whisper that we are going to make a mistake and none of us care but after a year and a half we kiss on top of your kitchen counters and spill the champagne on the floor and fall asleep on the same sheets of a room that has nothing hung yet, that is still new ( Read more... )

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my friend ursula made a sort of goodbye video of this past year. it is so sweet and now she is leaving to argentina and i am not quite sure how to deal with that. we traveled to the north and back by bus and spent entire afternoons together during the summer looking out my window or during the winter eating ramens soup and dancing at sargent pepper ( Read more... )

i saw a boy that looked exactly, i mean exactly, like you. younger but same hair when it was messy and uncut and same eyes where you couldnt distinguish the pupil because of the darkness adn almost the same jawline and the same hands and the same color of skin ( Read more... )

it has been a year, how long does this go on?

i remember good things, only good things. i remember cardboard boxes and red paint when assembling your tetris outfit, i remember making out in the storage room of the ice cream place where we put all the sprinkles.

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