no one will ever understand what you and I have: our hardened hands, our sanctuaries of resilience, our inseparable selves.
Wow Jas. My immigrant arse who's mother is on the other side of the Mediterranean Sea is crying her eyes out in the kitchen. Danke, liebe.
unfoldings // january, 2021
Wow Jas. My immigrant arse who's mother is on the other side of the Mediterranean Sea is crying her eyes out in the kitchen. Danke, liebe.