Kirsten
pass that pretty, round face. good, friendly mood. right down to a muddy, thick layer of disharmony, cacophony, grumpy mornings, relationship to my body hair and pickles. embrace and embarrass. make this our life.then, through a golden gate, to the end of personality.
there i’m waiting.
f-oreground asked: Are you from Israel?!
yes, originally. but living in berlin since 12 years.
why? :)
Kristin
2 years to Fukushima
set on http://shai.ws/Fukushima
confusion is safe. stay there.
on that side of the pulse the sun is a joke. the city is aiming to spring in a disgusting fashion. the poor digging even deeper in the dirt, hoping to find more, or just other crumbs than yesterday. today is so obviously different, the big crowed can see. staying outside a minute longer.
baggers.
my other, “input” blog. a board about skins, bodies and faces. almost 100% recycled in tumblr.
see that wanting, crawling up the spine. up and then down. in the ghetto of those so called feelings you are mastering abuse. and other names and words. dance around an axis. eye of a storm that struggles not, to be.
shame on you bagging for love
