holy swearing cuss !

“I dream of a grave, deep and narrow, where we could clasp each other in our arms as with clamps, and I would hide my face in you and you would hide your face in me, and nobody would ever see us any more.” – The Castle, Kafka

A, 23. French.


Ben : That moment when you see someone walking down the street who is so beautiful you just can’t help but stare… Well imagine, as I do, that with the world on pause it becomes very easy to understand the concept of beauty. To have it frozen in front of you, captured. Unaware.

Ben : That moment when you see someone walking down the street who is so beautiful you just can’t help but stare… Well imagine, as I do, that with the world on pause it becomes very easy to understand the concept of beauty. To have it frozen in front of you, captured. Unaware.