Gonna make a prediction of the future right now:
It will probably be a tuesday or a wednesday, early evening. I will be very drunk off of boxed wine. I will be by myself. I will go to the boot, intent on putting my face on another humans face, and I will leave, without anything happening, because none of the faces will be even half as hot as the Danish faces I’m surrounded by now.
I just want to tell future me that I am making the most of these faces, and Im sitting on as many of them as I can.















