Brevity is beautiful.
As is limitation, underexpression, and suggestion.
That's why I tumble.
Hope y’all don’t mind a couple of rooftop snaps.
My corner of Brooklyn.
A month’s passed since I’ve moved into my little summer sublet. I’m only here for three and a half months, but it feels like I’ve carved out a permanent space for myself in this Williamsburg room.
Late summer bounty.
Remnants of August.
My room with a view.
Denim and wildflowers.
That day I decided to save the last bit of summer between the creases of shopping bag.
It felt like fall and summer and college.
Ukuleleing her way into fall.