this blog is like a box of chocolates. you never know what you're going to get. I read a lot. I want tin can roses. I drink too much Lady Grey. I recite film lines to myself when I feel sad. I eat a lot of apple strudel.
We didn’t have a stick of furniture. We would have picnics in the living room. We ate when we felt like it. Stayed up all night when we wanted. We vowed never to fall into routine, to go to bed or wake up at the same time. We lived on that mattress.