Who doesn’t love being kissed? Those small moments of intimacy and warmth, the perfect closeness and silence of a single moment in complete harmony…
I just came back from a weekend with my boyfriend and am therefore still a little tired and confused and suffering from a loss of language… Like – I can’t even speak German anymore, let alone English and whatthefucksoever… I am confused.
The DB brought me home 12h late, due to some rescuing going on on the train tracks and a whole bunch of cancelled trains (when the substitute for the substituted train for your original one needs a substitute train as well because even that one has been cancelled a certain amount of confusion and desperation might be understandable…)
Anyways. I am doing a lot of stuff lately, will rejoin the monochrome madness with leanne cole this week (stay tuned for wednesday) and try to maintain a posting schedule of 3 pictures a week for the next few months. I am working on it and terribly sorry for this mess.
p.s.: When you are on your journey home and have to read up on three(!!) acts of violence in your home country which have happened within one weekend it definitely is a special kind of journey… I can’t catch a straight thought currently, am totally … confused (?). Sorry again for this mess. I might clean this up later, if not – sorry.