Lost in the Land of Milk and Honey

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It’s Thursday and I’m happy. It’s Thursday and I’m wondering if I’ll ever want to go home. It’s Thursday, and I’m lost in fairy tales.

I spent today hunting down books with Ns.

I spent yesterday wandering through the national art museum, eating falafel, and wearing my hood up. Also bought a ticket to Stockholm with C.

It’s Thursday and I’m happy.

I spent last night wandering the city into the wee hours of the morning. A man with beautiful words. I haven’t even been here 2 weeks. I’m not sure if that makes this crazy or even better.

Gliding through the freezing costal air. Our hands are numb and you’re glad I came to Denmark. I feel so alive biking with you in the early morning darkness.

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Photos

Disappeared
No trace. Musky tears. Suitcase.

A Silk Suit
And a crocodile smile

and so their sadness is perfect
The beautiful don't lack the wound.
Hard it is decorated with their face.

and she was blinded by the light
Cut loose like a deuce another runner in the night
Blinded by the light

While we were:
rollin down the street, smokin ENDO, sippin on gin and juice, we came across this...