Monday, January 4
Sunday, December 13
it's not funny to do things that i used to with you on my own. i can't believe so many things and so many years have passed since i first saw you at my door in the IFSC. i miss our house in
Monday, December 7
Monday, November 30
and our evenings chatting, saying nothing but shit. our dirtiness. all the good things in you.
well, i’m ok. i love this romance. this is an enchanted city. i like the water channels, people riding their bikes, the comfortable places, nothing extremely big, nothing extremely small. perfect shapes and sizes. nice nice nice warm people. handsome boys with beautiful noses.
i’m happy today. my friend filipa has butterflies in her belly. she found love in amsterdam. a lovely dutch boy with pretty eyes. it’s so nice to share happiness with people you really love, isn’t it? well, she deserves everything.
i’m staying here one more week, i need to rest and be away from my city for a while. the air has become unbearable to me. i have a good opportunity to do something right now, and i’ll get it.
love