They sat in their underwear on his gold velvet couch, eating doughnuts like unsupervised children.
Glazed lips and powdery breath fused sugar smiles, while morning became afternoon, somewhere else.
Glazed lips and powdery breath fused sugar smiles, while morning became afternoon, somewhere else.
(Photo: self)
1 comment:
nice pictures to illustrate a quiet story.
a world without passion.just sugar.
no more rollercoasters.
it's close to the sweetness of sunday that almost always end up verging the boredom of sundays, but sundays don't depend on how old you are but rather with who and where you are.
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