even though the weekend doesn't really make much difference.
flashback. july. breena buys 100 love poems by pablo naruda for her boyfriend. she annotates it with drawings of fruits and figures in love and spends more time between its pages than with her boards and canvasses. she writes a note on the inside cover saying, "i don't think you should be with someone if you can't write a hundred love poems for them." i hope i never ever forget that.
i am nothing but excited for the rest of my life.
i am nothing but excited for the rest of my life.