( there are people, like Izumi, who will diligently hunt down presents for days like this. and then there are people like Kate.
Kate's idea of a present is a text message sent before the sun even rises, no words, simply a photo of a tangle of sheets with peeks of bare skin visible among the twists.
sigh garbage lady doing garbage things
Kate's idea of a present is a text message sent before the sun even rises, no words, simply a photo of a tangle of sheets with peeks of bare skin visible among the twists.
good morning old man. )