IRideAMagicalLadle

we’ll always have #paris as will countless other couples who tag each other under the eiffel tower right where we stood together, beaming into the lens of a phone on self-timer extended out into the open spaces i longed to linger in. those selfies of us haunt my laptop screensaver, lie folded between profile pictures taken in vienna, strasbourg, budapest in the months after, my eyes never looking directly into the lens, frown-lines facetuned away, sleepless nights tucked under layers of photoshop and brushed aside by captions quoting drake lyrics. scroll down, my feed is littered with the likes of yours, sent before and after the break and the long process of archiving, blocking, removing. swipe right, my options are riddled with the likes of you, a thousand faces sharing variations of your twitter handle and hipster handlebar moustache. we will always have #paris and I can browse incognito mode the girl you’ve been tagging in Win a