秋

I miss my friend who tries to make his grandma smoke weeds to heal her disease and get better. This cold weather reminds me of the day I burnt all the textbook with vodka besides the lake and got warm. also the day I walked around the Kensington gardens with my boyfriend, chased some squirrels laughing.

I like

to take photos with films
to share bed with girls and sleep next to each other, almost naked
to waste my time on my bed with laptop or magazine
to make coffee for someone
to stay up late alone (occasionally)
to get drunk without vomitting
to smoke and chat
this weather
to read books on the train
to fall in love with the phrases
myself being messed
to go for a walk alone
to listen to Twin Sister in a big city
cold lazy afternoon
china town
the moment when my friend take photos of me smoking and says, "I like the way you smoke like, you think your life goes well eventually."