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On Feb 11, 2019Feb 11, 2019 By 2kkeinaIn photography

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Maybe: Photographer. Writer. Translator. Noone. Alien. Allovertheplace.
may write in many languages(with lots of typos)

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No one likes you when you're miserable. It makes becoming not-miserable so much easier. ... ... ... ...there's a part of me that thinks people won't actually get that I'm being sarcastic every freaking time.

Say whatever you want, but anchovy croissants are practically food of gods

The fact that I felt that I had to turn on the air conditioning (cooler setting) on for the first time this year in the middle of April testifies the bejesus out of me

Waiting for the check-out time while trying to write got me playing the 'staring ot my own face trying to pretend I have any idea what I see' game

Now if I only could recreate the same room in a place where I actually live and not spend an ungodly amount of money to just spend few nights here, that would be grand

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