you know that feeling after your foot or leg falls asleep and you try to move it? you know how heavy and hard it is to lift? i bet that's what our bodies feel like when we're dying.
mornings are so cold now, perfect for eggs and miso and a bike ride.
i've got this imagery drawn on my wrist from last night that i have to translate before it rubs off.
the kinks, oktoberfest, and road trips to philly.
here, here!
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i like your photo tale of brotherly love and tea. what. i do.
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