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on my way back to kanaleneiland from the library, utrecht was enveloped in the most beautiful mist. the bicycles became silhouettes with their angled lights and their shadows. the canal was glowing blue from the lights under the bridge. the lamp posts, the witte ballons and the secret place. a tram crossing the street, and the cars and gliding like a ghost with mew in my ears. the zookeepers boy. felt like riget's opening scene but splashed with pains of being pure at heart and mew and pedalling to the beat of beach.

talked to C and remembered the coziest apartment and pumpkin soup and listening to belle and sebastian songs and painting. it's not something wrong, it just means we want to be loved. sweet dreams, give us a break please! haha