Ten.Two Thousand, Six Hundred & Fifty-Three
When sleeping in is waking up at 6 a.m.
Tahitian Vanilla.
Yes. I want to romanticize my life.
He reminds me that there are many different paths. A bite of wisdom I didn’t realize I was hungry for.
I look down at the time and realize that more than two hours have passed. That’s a good thing.
She says she wants to romanticize her life.
The colors in this one.
Schramsberg and fried chicken tenders.
Sidewalk. Sunshine. Summer breeze.
Fever Dreams.