I distinctly remember, as a young teenager, the first time I stayed up all night on the internet, until I saw the morning sun peeking through my window.
Felt like I'd passed some barrier. The night was no longer real. Just a bunch of dark hours.
obsessed with this bistro in copenhagen named olise that fully embraced michael for the world cup and made his jersey their dresscode + screen his games whenever they’re on
witnessed a very sexually charged vibe among a whole group of people at karaoke last night, asked a guy what their relationship to each other and was told: coworkers