Sometimes we take a long drag and an even longer look in the mirror.
We think about all the things we’ve seen and how it feels like there will never be enough time to share it all.
35 might be my most challenging year of this 30s run but I’m starting to lean into it.
I think he’s afraid to accept love.
Sometimes I see pain in his eyes, but sometimes we love it.
He needs a vacation, honestly.
Still we ball.










