spent the middle of the day watching “Amy”, it stirred something in me. she would’ve loved the come back of low rise. i cried sitting with the thought that all consuming love, the one that eats you from the inside out, exist. i miss joan didion and her ability to articulate emotions, grabbing you by the shoulders, looking you in the eye and breathing her truth to life. i’ve been romanticizing berlin. what my heart and eyes will see.
