this fantastic mess.

dirty little whirlwind, i'm pinned to the heart of your swirl.


oh the hustle and bustle of new york, new york. people were pushy, buildings were tall, ferries were free.

we stayed at a hotel in queens and every time i crossed the street i thought i was going to die.

loved it.

and now i’m in the philippines waiting to go to a mall.


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