Taiwan. Playing basketball in a sauna. Doors open, outside is just as bad as in. Hair and clothes drenched like I’d come out of the rain. This is one hell of a workout.
experimental stream of consciousness writer who may or may not be a liar. sanest person you've ever met but i'll look you in the eyes like a computer eating magnets. what i don't know about you, i'll make up. and you'll still love me because you don't know where i went that moment you swore i disappeared. my moods chase the seasons and i hear it makes an interesting read. i like smelling good.