AFK
2:40 PM
"I will."
But in the middle of choreography, a realization.
That unexpectedly, I have been taken care of.
These feelings, roaming like fierce waves in the eye of a storm. Possessive, Poseidon. And I wish I was like a plastic bag, fearing not drowning. That I be returning home safe, Odyssey.
Pkmn type: normal, full of colors and shit. Exp share, held. Between us, a rude thang. And these Titans, added to cart:
RAGE
MELANCHOLY
DISILLUSIONMENT
CRAVING
Ghetto, where we found love. Altar, where we ought be at. Blessings, God of Retard. Gifts, pop tart. May this last arrow ergo pierce. Through and through. Over and over. Game. Wild.
Believe bee. I can show you the world, visionary.
Now come back to me, necessary.
Photography by Pontus Åkerholm.
