When I'm finally ready to dive in — I find myself wondering, will the splash come with me? All the way into the dream, into the place where the water never runs cold and the ripples never quite stop.

Let the wind write my entrance and the ruffles finish my sentence. I don't walk into rooms — I unfold into them, petal by petal, chaos by chaos. This is what it looks like when a girl becomes weather.

( NYLON May Issue. ) Slowly, the wind brought the girl back to herself 🥥🍶📚

Today’s book, (after-work ed.) 🫗📚🔖

Apa cuma aku yang gak upload foto masa kicik 🥺