when my love is just for me. free from everything than binds. high up in the sky, rainbows on the clouds below.
sleeping till two and staying up past three. i wouldn’t know where to start. singing songs, bottles of white wine, tomato bread and british boys.
let’s get lost and let the good times roll. sweet in the thick of it till we forget who we are.
there’s no plan, no hands on the wheel, and i like it this way.
at least for a little while.
xx
photos by jen senn