I am a coward. Absolutely irrevocably. I don't like to take risks. My instinct of self-preservation is too huge for parachute jumps and for rock-climbing. The danger doesn't turn me on.
But if I weren't a coward, I would say to every man of about 40-50 years old, which breaks into the subway train on the rush hour with mad eyes, in those shines the only one wish - to seat his ass, that he is a fucking idiot.
I would tell someone that I was so stupid that have let him leave me for some time, and someone - that, to be honest, nothing special has connected us.
I would say to you that I miss you as well, and I'm sorry too.
I would write to you that I miss you all, from head to toe.
I would tell you that, the hell with it, let's take a risk.
But I'm a coward and I don't like to take risks.
Beanie, Scarf, Jumper: H&M
Leggins: Zara
Boots: Timberland
Denim Shirt: C&A
Photos by one and only Valentina Sproge
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