Escaping reality, dreaming of Paris.
Who’s there?
An outfit that kind of looks like it’s swallowed me whole is weirdly satisfying in my books.
Perhaps these are the reasons why I feel nostalgic when I’m not at home and feel nostalgic for the rest of the world when I am.
A life where I sit on the corners of cafes and gaze out of windows, keeping cosy with a hot green tea.