It’s weird, being on the other side of wanting. Not, like, wanting wanting. But just wanting. But just the abstraction of it, the idea. Not the actuality. Obviously. I’m not explaining myself at all.
It’s weird, being on the other side of wanting. Not, like, wanting wanting. But just wanting. But just the abstraction of it, the idea. Not the actuality. Obviously. I’m not explaining myself at all.
It’s weird, being on the other side of wanting. Not, like, wanting wanting. But just wanting. But just the abstraction of it, the idea. Not the actuality. Obviously. I’m not explaining myself at all.
It’s weird, being on the other side of wanting. Not, like, wanting wanting. But just wanting. But just the abstraction of it, the idea. Not the actuality. Obviously. I’m not explaining myself at all.
It’s weird, being on the other side of wanting. Not, like, wanting wanting. But just wanting. But just the abstraction of it, the idea. Not the actuality. Obviously. I’m not explaining myself at all.
It’s weird, being on the other side of wanting. Not, like, wanting wanting. But just wanting. But just the abstraction of it, the idea. Not the actuality. Obviously. I’m not explaining myself at all.
It’s weird, being on the other side of wanting. Not, like, wanting wanting. But just wanting. But just the abstraction of it, the idea. Not the actuality. Obviously. I’m not explaining myself at all.
It’s weird, being on the other side of wanting. Not, like, wanting wanting. But just wanting. But just the abstraction of it, the idea. Not the actuality. Obviously. I’m not explaining myself at all.
It’s weird, being on the other side of wanting. Not, like, wanting wanting. But just wanting. But just the abstraction of it, the idea. Not the actuality. Obviously. I’m not explaining myself at all.
