this blog is as dead as my patience

I like taking photos of pretty much anything, but I never find myself taking too many photos of myself, that actually fills me with anxiety, anxiety about growing up and never remembering how I used to look like

why must hot people (me) suffer so much?

all I want is a pretty life

my life is a dadaist work by itself

I'm sorry for calling that guy ugly, but you know I was right

watching life go by in Prague, that's how i want to be

just read the poems I wrote a while ago

I miss her

the way going to therapy is reviving my traumas

so I was very scared of sending a song to a friend that remembered me of her, I finally did it and turns out that she loved it