Meet Me In Montauk

This home smells so familiar. I've broken into this building while it was abandoned time and time again, alone. This is where ive built my love my art my creativity my every fucking little thing that has any remote meaning, this is where i stored it and now the only person who's made the cut in the audition of comfort and genuine Love has found her way back into this home and we begin where we left off, building us this home this surrounding this world perfect for us.