Listening to The Other Woman and looking at “old” pictures while realizing that most of them
are still on a laptop somewhere in Mexico City. Good Times. Wish I could share more.
But then again, I’m an Island girl now,
and I have my beautiful designer friend over...
Whether it be morning or night or the twilight in Paris she would never leave the poolside, she might skinny-dip but that might be just what she needed to wipe away his smell and
the taste of his lips
another weekend has been survived. this time it was the Sliema art festival. tomorrow I'm back to cycling, ginger tea, and kale cleanse. peace out!
I can’t button my jeans, that’s why they
are open, im not trying to be sexy (I would never! What a disgrace !) I need a
beer. I don’t need one. But I want one (two, three) To go with my new nose ring
- and outlook on life.
martina wallin photography
This is the second day in La when i had just met Nicole - in a second - I knew we had known each other for a thousand years.
An ascending star from last nights foolery. Never afraid to fall. Because every second is a thousand years. So she jumps. Without fear.