“And then, one fairy night, May became June.”— The Beautiful and Damned. F. Scott Fitzgerald
i wish i had a home somewhere in northern italy where i can spend my summers reading books, biking through the country, and eating fresh fruit all day
pizza and red wine and slow dancing to sinatra in the kitchen, please
Nothing will ruin your 20’s more than thinking you should have your life together already.
this.. is so hard… to keep in mind…
the smell of garlic cooking adds three years to my life and purges me of all evils, cleansing my whole soul