[kjaxxx]

The sleepy rumors disappear once your head is weighed down by alcohol and your legs are lagged with exhaustion. And then you feel that pensive excitemement about nothing in particular. You turn the volume up and I turn the volume down. The night is young, but do you want to go home? I don't care, something is weighing down my eyelids, my eyes are

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[fiter]

I love these narratives(?).

[wicked_wendy]

I love the beauty in such a simple moment.
Very nicely captured. x.