Sigrun

I want to see you. It’s egoistical, it’s primal, it’s ugly, but that’s the way it is. Come on, let’s fuck, let’s not think about it. We’ll tear off skin, hair, clothes; we’ll rip each other apart like a packet of crisps and then let each other go. Lightly, without commitment, without grand declarations and serenades; we’ll hurt each other and forget each other.

Summer;
The time of year where days are longer and the sun is warmer, and that there’s this sense of freedom in the air that tastes like new beginnings and endless possibilities.