too much wine yesternight. realized that tuesdays always seem to end up with people and bottles crowding my room and then rushing out of the house. got crazy on the dancefloor. headbanging. walked home alone in a heavy fur coat filling my lungs with the cold late autumn air, feeling lucky that the club is only a 5 minute walk away from home. woke up early without my alarm bell ringing to go to uni then realizing there is far more sense to getting back into bed with hot chocolate and whipped cream, finally being able to read through my issues of hildesheim-based literature mag Bella Triste (there's nothing quite as beautiful, wild, devoured and enthralling as the literature of the presence- and future) and working on texts for my writing seminar. a city is always the people that make it and I'm deeply overwhelmed by the creative energy here at moments. there's no place I'd rather be which feels close to perfect now.mango dress, vanilla fur gilet, h&m boots (yes, they adhered to my feet now) and random jewelry.
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