Boadicea
female, 23 |
Living
Stockholm / Sweden
member since 02.09.2010
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Give me wrinkles, a curl up moustache, and a pile of metal, rusted or not, old, mostly, found on the ground. Give me stripes, home made tattoos, and a free box. Give me late night adventures, new drinking spots, and new ideas. Give me open loving relationships, good communication with honesty, and no expectations or pressures. Fork over solo travels around the world, abandoned buildings to explore, and the time to sew all my clothing. And maybe a tarot reading or two. That's what I like man, and maybe a few other things.
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I used to dwell down town. On first avenue above a bar. In the first rail road hospital of Seattle. My companion and I shared a studio loft with high ceilings and bay windows. Through these bay windows we could see down to 1st avenue and spy on all the scuttling drunkards/ Seattle inhabitants. Through these windows we could also see all the way across the water to the other side. We got to watch all sorts of boats roam the waters. The view was/is epic. But the inside had just as many great things to look at. We decided that if you mix-bred a witch’s tourette and a child’s toy box the product would be our apartment. Its formal name was the boobytrap, but mostly answered to the trap.
Right now I spend my days in Sweden and it's different, because it's home.
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I apologise in advance for having a "nice photo," which automatically renders me doubtfully "real."
I suppose I should say something about music as well: I love it. |
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