Possibly the worst week of my life. I’ve never been more distressed.
Also this country is not good for me. I am sick of medication, painkillers, scans and all other health scares I just want to get better and get the fuck out
Random other thing: love your smell on my pillows.
I don’t like people in my bed/wearing my stuff etc etc because it changes the smell of things (I’m territorial like a female dog - aha, bij - like that) but your scent is ……
A little Mont Blanc + musky face/ hair + faint laundry detergent… And I like it very much.
"But if fear can take you, then so can joy and so can hope."
You are like a mimosa plant when you sleep. Does that even make sense?
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