Because lame people are lame and can find me here, foo shoo.

But I liked me unprivate privacy :C.

ps:

the intouchables
love me if you dare

what do i tell this man that has the eyes of a stranger and yet his hands have known my body once, have roamed through the valleys of my belly and clutched at me in the night, loving me, breaking me, healing me ( Read more... )

Things I want to do:
- masters in Scandinavia
- walk to Jerusalem
- visit Iceland & Greenland & Reunion
- buy a horse, ride across... somewhere?

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dear future me:

these are goodchaotic days. a part of me had gone away, died, but i haven't felt so alive in a long while. if in a bit of a whorish way. boy has gone back home, seven hundred kilometers away. we still talk, sometimes, but he never asks and i never tell him that there had been other boys since. he never asks about much, really, and ( Read more... )

i spit out words the way i cut my own nails ( Read more... )

this is how it goes ( Read more... )

Days go by. Some are good, some are worse, but they all pass quicker than the dates move on the calendar. Sometimes the shadows engulf me. Other days, I chase the sunlight and wonder at the horizon, jump through puddles on Tito's square and fall asleep laughing ( Read more... )

"I'm nineteen, I live in a tiny country in South-Central Europe and... I ( Read more... )

life is a fucking rollercoaster ( Read more... )