oh, God. of course! well, more like make lovers of them. we were involved, but not committed, or it didn’t last for external reasons….
there are a few people that come to mind. I still think about them from time to time to this day, mmmhm
I’m sure I miss you too, anonymous! call me sometime?
uhhm, easily that time a large and rather sturdy friend of mine saved me from being sucked under a giant rock when we tried to swim to the cove in Nicaragua three years ago. (fuckyeahriptide!) I secretly referred to him as ‘my savior’ for months after that, ahaahaha.
either that, or that feeling at the height of an anxious, existential crisis - because at the time, it really does feel like the scariest fucking realisation of your life. (even though it’s practically the same one every time…. lmfaoo.)
I was thinking that when I was stalking your blog earlier, haaha. I just did! along with a million pictures of my bathroom.