Summer ended on the couch, sandwiched between the women I call ‘home,’ watching pretend high schoolers cry in hospital halls as we took off our makeup and tried to postpone our self-imposed curfews.
Your notes offer a way for me to stay close.
So poetics and visual
As always
Your romantic heart and the words that our forth are a gift. I look forward to each and every post x
love
Your notes offer a way for me to stay close.
So poetics and visual
As always
Your romantic heart and the words that our forth are a gift. I look forward to each and every post x
love