XII. on perfume & loneliness

I’m perfumeshopping with a friend who fell in love with an old woody Issey Miyake scent that has since sold out everywhere. It’s a whole escapade. / I smelt a perfume that had HER name and it smelt of her and now I feel like a big melting ball of wax, thinning and of a ruined texture

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