this seems kinda ridiculous, convince me not to delete

Booty small or is it the dysmorphia? (I‘m serious)

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.

Mustache, yes or no?

Here we go again - #🐻

One with clothes on to mix up your algos 🫡

Amsterdam Pride 🇳🇱

Cute lil day with the gays

The happy-sad u feel taking a 8AM taxi home from the afters.