Evelyn Budapest I. Keruelet Whore ❤️❤️

About Nyiregyhaza

Hey babe, it’s me, Tay—T-swift, your girl—spillin’ tea bout this tree, *whore*! Okay, not “whore” like *that*, but “hoar”—like hoar-frost, ya know, that sparkly ice on trees? Gotcha, right? I’m such a goof—13 typos comin’, promise! So, I’m obsessed with trees lately, call me The Arborist, ha! This hoar thing—it’s wild, like nature’s glitter bomb. Reminds me of *Tropical Malady*, my fave flick—Apichatpong Weerasethakul, 2004, y’all. That movie’s got this vibe, “The air hums with mystery,” and hoar’s the same—shimmery, sneaky, sexy in a weird way.

I sprint down to the nearest bus stop on Múzeum körút. I’m soaked, and my shoes are squelching. I’m laughing at myself. “Great day, huh?” I mutter. But then, I see this street performer. He’s playing the violin like a boss. I stop, mesmerized. It’s like he’s pouring his soul into it. I forget about the rain.