I love changing cities, beds, smells around me… but sometime..
Added 2025-05-13 15:00:26 +0000 UTCI love changing cities, beds, smells around me… but sometimes I miss the things that stay.
I get high on movement. New windows. New water. A new kind of morning light on my skin ☁️
But in between it all — airports, suitcases, strangers — I crave something familiar.
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A scent I know. A hand that touches me like it's done it before.
A voice that doesn't ask "who are you", but just says "you're here" 🫶
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I don’t want to stay forever. That’s not my nature.
But I love the feeling of being remembered — by skin, by rhythm, by silence.
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What do you come back to — a person, a smell, a moment?
Tell me what feels like home to you… even if it’s not a place ✨
