There are still things I want to tell you. Small things, mostly. A plant I finally learned the name of. Something stupid one of my cats did. A sentence I heard on the street that would have made you laugh. A tree somewhere in Berlin carrying fruit, the kind we would have stopped to inspect as if discovering it ourselves. Sometimes something happens and my first thought is still: I have to tell you this. And for one tiny second, you still exist exactly where you used to. Then I remember. There is nowhere to send it anymore.

this seems kinda ridiculous, convince me not to delete

Madonna… I’ve got something I wanna talk about

it’s been a while

Attention ⚠️ I got a fresh haircut

don’t mind me, just a boy posting his first shirtless photo after finally getting his brain together and achieving a 4st weight loss

Finally watched Call Me By Your Name only because I went on a date with a guy who looks like Timothée Chalamet