Be gentle, I bended and almost broke while trying to fit in my own pictures.
It’s the same feeling I get sometimes when it comes to my own life. It’s like growing overnight and in the morning I wake up in a life just a size smaller. My life like a freshly washed cotton T-shirt. You notice the difference and you tend to forget about it. But it hurts when you try to move.
This isn’t an outfit, I like to think. This is a confession written in pale yellow and blue birds, hidden behind fresh green palm trees.