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.
Oh i hope your mum is doing well, she must miss you— thank you for reading and sharing your visceral response🤍🤍
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.
Oh i hope your mum is doing well, she must miss you— thank you for reading and sharing your visceral response🤍🤍