19:13
The (new) boyfriend is sitting next to me as I type this. I am slowly sipping my half-shot vanilla latte at Starbucks. Why do I keep coming here? People keep saying that their coffee is shit but I guess I like the consistency of my favourite drink as well as the random cute boys that walk past. Darting eye-games and the uncertainty of whether a place serves flavoured coffee with amounts that can be modified to my preference are both very important factors.
It is raining and we're just sitting here. Talking occasionally, lighting a cig and just blanking out.
Is this contentment?
Thank you bibi.
Happy 8 months!
Hookup: New York Moments Part 2
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We stumble out of the basement bar at some hour of the night. It was dark
still but I felt the sunrise starting to creep behind us like a strong wind
for...
6 days ago