No seagrass. No shadows. Nowhere to hide. Just blatant sun on blatant sand that stretched as far as the eye could see. It was all so… obvious. Does nobody want to spend their day off lurking in a coffee shop, dissecting their trauma? Where even are the coffee shops here? What is this oppressive smoothie culture? And why the fuck are people wearing rollerblades?!
love this and love you! Thank you for sharing. "it seemed like a good idea at the time" is a great response xoxox
Sing it sister