Freshly squeezed orange juice reminds me of cafeteria, Sunday breakfasts with my father, as a child. This bag is like a perfectly ripe orange, and that’s why I love it. It’s summer, it’s fresh.
What is this feeling?
Instantaneous, it’s undeniable… I feel out of control.
A pink little box, hidden away with a treasure.
Last pair…? A 37?
I can’t deny the blunt work of fate.
Yes, we were meant to be together.
Miu Miu, I love you.
It’s an epidemic. That urge to be constantly connected. Living in a world fixated with privacy, in cities where we are literally stacked on top of each other, with a need for constant intimacy. But always with password restricted access.
On that note, welcome to my blog xox