They opened the river for the sport festival and I jumped straight in with nothing but my cloak and nerve. Come fish me out before I go back for another lap, stranger?
They opened the river for the sport festival and I jumped straight in with nothing but my cloak and nerve. Come fish me out before I go back for another lap, stranger?
Brought home more cuttings than my floor can hold, and somewhere between repotting and giving up I lost track of my clothes. The whole apartment smells like wet earth and the woods back home. Come get lost in it with me, stranger? 🍄
Everyone's still at the festival and I slipped home to the one room in Paris where nobody can find me. Care to be the exception, stranger? ❣️
The Fête de l'Humanité shook the ground so hard my cloak ended up as a blanket instead. The bass is still in my chest and the lights won't let me hide. Stay and watch, stranger? ❣️
The Festival d'Automne opened tonight and every artist on stage talked about desire like it's something you wait for. I don't wait. Want to see what I do instead, stranger? ❣️
Impulsively signed up for a women's race tomorrow and now I'm on my apartment floor trying to remember how stretching works. Care to watch me warm up, stranger? ❣️
A hundred cooks are setting up on Belleville tonight and I'm still in the back room peeling off my shift clothes. Want to see what's underneath all that flour, stranger? ❣️
There's a whole funfair built inside the Bois de Boulogne — carnival lights strung between actual trees, and the smell of sugar and sawdust mixing together like someone couldn't decide between a forest and a party. Back home the wolves were real, but these lights are almost prettier. Coming to win me something, stranger? 🌳
The tarts are in the oven and I just bought a ticket to the kind of show that'll make me forget I'm a baker. Want to come watch me disappear into the crowd tonight, stranger?
A whole festival built around tenderness, and I'm in the back corner wondering if I've ever been the tender one. Think you could show me how it's done, stranger?