Die Mauer muss weg

Epic Sundays. Took a rather spontaneous trip out to the lake with my lovely flatmates and I think I may even have sunburned my face from all the light. We biked through forests, saw a rather grotesque part of town called “Little Venice”, ate apples on decayed wall, cranberries on a sun-soaked pier, and listened to Lucy in the Sky with diamonds. This, my friends, is what accomplishments feel like. And below is what they look like:


Die drei von der Wühlischstraße

Poison ivy

The bike