Her sister is getting married.
Everyone flying in for their union next week in Lisbon. Lena is the maid of honor.
“She´s just not herself around him” she complained as we taxi up to Renate early, hoping to skip the line, but it had already started to make its way down the street in wild outfits. Continue reading
Wandering for days not knowing the end
no clue how to get home
I´ve nothing but the dirty white shirt on my back and a blue handkerchief
soaked in sweat
My legs bear under the beating sun. I have to keep walking
Not think what is behind me
Hope something is ahead of me
red sun, dipping slowly across the horizon
I close my eyes and imagine the sand before me an ocean of fresh water to bathe in
Open my eyes
Keep moving
The best idea I have, fuck, the only idea I have
My breath sole companion as I wander
Hoping it will stay my friend
A new favorite just discovered me on Discover Weekly, thanks Spotify! Continue reading
Back in 2011, the two of us inter-railed around Europe, final stop: Berlin.
We were laying out in Hasenheide, our second sunrise without sleep, staring up at the clouds. Continue reading
I have heard that you are the average of the people you surround yourself with.
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I found myself in a rut lately with what to listen to, so I decided to go back in time to find inspiration while giving myself a history lesson.
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Since moving to Berlin in January, I have had a lot of time to be alone.
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