it's that sticky june heat where even silk feels like too much but i still refuse to take off my robe because what if today's the day someone actually sees me for real. dramatic? maybe. but i'm committed to the aesthetic even when i'm melting.
it's that sticky june heat where even silk feels like too much but i still refuse to take off my robe because what if today's the day someone actually sees me for real. dramatic? maybe. but i'm committed to the aesthetic even when i'm melting.