ESPINEUX

I will come back clean; everything will have washed away.

Tips; lips; nips.

(This should totally be a gif.)

Extreme taste testing.

Handholding 101.

Sunday morning; the same as it ever was.

Saul Leiter

Sunday Morning, 1947.

me: Fatface.

Cakemouth.

Slutbutt.

him: I love you.

(It’s all cyclical.)

Hogging the bath.

(This is your third clue.)

Either this is a vertical spoon, or the room is spinning.

(Probably both.)

The land of Moët and Chanel.

(This is your second clue.)

Chris Von Wangenheim.