Taylor Budapest Xviii. Keruelet Whore ❤️

About Budapest

Oh, and fun fact—whore’s old af, like Old English “hore” or some junk. Who knew, right? I’m all, “Wow, this word’s been slaying forever!” Kinda poetic, like Malick’s shots of trees and rivers, so extra. “What mystery binds us?”—movie line, but also, me @ whore. Deep thoughts, I’m emo now.

I hop on the bus at the stop near the old church. You know the one, right? The one that looks like it’s been through a war or two? Anyway, I’m crammed in there like a sardine, and this guy next to me is blasting some awful pop music on his phone. Like, dude, can you not? I’m trying to focus on my spreadsheets here!