Report, if you have a problem with this page“ Well, at least this is what I told myself every day as I fell asleep with the fire still burning and the moon shining high up in the sky and my head spinning comforting from two bottles of wine, and I smiled with tears in my eyes because it was beautiful and so god damn sad and I did not know how to be one of those without the other. ”
Charlotte Eriksson
From : Another Vagabond Lost To Love: Berlin Stories on Leaving & Arriving
