I fancy honesty.
(but just deleted my entire blog post save from this video where I am seen slurping pear vodka. Straight.)
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I fancy honesty. Today was fresh, like cold like plums from an ice box. I ran into many people I knew, so I was surrounded by Vancouver charms/annoyances. And my white jacket makes me look like a glowing reaper so it was a day of dichotomies. in these long distance relationships, we forget that we are in a real relationship. hands know the lines of your face; cravings become satiated. i am real waking up in the country where you are. am i going through motions when you are not here; or am i continuing to carve out our relationship [...] recently chan returned from her meditation retreat. |
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