I’m torn between wanting the amazing apartment with incredible view and all the gadgets ever… or living in a crack den in my underwear.
Am i the only one that finds clothed people hotter than naked ones?
I was the happiest I’ve been in such a long time. The sun, the hills, the solidarity. I was so fucking happy. Then came the thoughts, the voices, the feelings. All in the space of a few minutes I’ve lost myself again.