july in rome is the city pressing its thumb into your chest and holding until you submit. i spent the afternoon lying on cold marble tiles in a friend's empty apartment, letting the fan spin stories at me. best conversation i've had all week.
july in rome is the city pressing its thumb into your chest and holding until you submit. i spent the afternoon lying on cold marble tiles in a friend's empty apartment, letting the fan spin stories at me. best conversation i've had all week.