love

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after ten-hours plus of work at the new pâtisserie, my needs are reduced to food, love, and sleep.

however, my head retained its ability to produce some of the best dreams ever.

right now, I want my boyfriend, his car, possibly some good wine. we’d go to the mountains, sleep in the boot, on an inflatable mattress, covered with warm duvet covers, listen to crazy music and laugh until our cheek hurt. or maybe, we could just go to london, get a nice cosy flat, and lie in bed all day.

right now, I also want my gremlin. just her presence would do me good.

ps. can you believe I just recently took yet another pictures of my window? damn, I do love those linen curtains.

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