On this lovely Monday, the sky is pouring and the cold sweetness makes everything else not worth doing. And somehow I believe in my soul that I am able to play the ukulele if I had one. I would sing, sing, sing all day. I.. miss the sea dearly. I love how everything feels instantly on my skin when I have little fabric on. The smell of salt, the heat on my skin, I’d tan all day. When only the basic and most important things in life.. matters. I am not being nostalgic, I am being ambitious.
2012/04/13
2012/04/02
You promise to stay
After a while, what matters most is not first impressions, exhilaration, intoxication, awe, but just.. consistency.
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