Lana’s “Never Let Me Go” is playing on the projector.
I’m wearing my favourite white cotton PJ pants, fresh out of the dryer.
I’m eating Chicken Orzo soup from Farmboy. It’s the ultimate hungover cure.
There’s 3 bouquets of flowers on my kitchen table. Grocery store Gerber daisies (pink and yellow), a vase of dried baby’s breath, and a bouquet of red roses for Rose’s birthday.
My growing Substack community ♥️
Tuesday afternoon sunshine walks with a friend. Smoothie in hand, strolling, shopping for plants, but happily buying $2.99 blackberries instead.
I discovered a new wellness store. They sell this “love aura” mist that smells like lavender, and let me tell you - it took everything in me to not spend the $40 on it. But it’s so hard to resist.
What else does love smell like? Two late afternoon Americanos shared between friends. A holiday candle that was on sale. Cigarette smoke from the cigarettes that you bought in Rome last August - but for some reason, they've still lasted you on many balconies that aren't your own. It smells like Burberry Light (his favourite cologne). It smells like the vintage crew necks from the store across the street, and from your friend in New York's house.
But it never really smells like anyone or anything in particular, really. It's more of a moment, isn’t it?
This piece is such a vibeee I love it
i love drinking tea and writing in my journal!! ☺️