Hello pretties.

Well, where do I begin?

( Here, I guess )

As I've said before, Labour day has always felt more like a new beginning to me than January ever did. I am continually struck by feelings of sadness and hope and nostalgia, regret and longing, contentment and reflection, each coming over me in waves throughout this long weekend. In other words, I'd be a total buzzkill at a cottage party. Took a ( Read more... )