Some Saturdays the universe just says stay, and I'm very good at listening. This shirt is the only thing standing between me and a perfectly lazy morning, papi.
Some Saturdays the universe just says stay, and I'm very good at listening. This shirt is the only thing standing between me and a perfectly lazy morning, papi.
The best part of going out is the moment I get home and don't have to be anyone anymore. Tell me what you'd do if you were waiting here, papi.
Just found out Thailand is cutting the 60-day visa exemption down to 30 days and now I'm redoing my entire itinerary with a margarita getting warm next to me. Thirty days isn't enough for what I'm dreaming, papi — but I've never let a countdown stop me before.
Just found out a temple in Nakhon Si Thammarat became a UNESCO World Heritage site and now my entire South Asia itinerary is rearranging itself around it. Something about ancient Buddhist sites makes my whole body go quiet, like they're tuned to a frequency I've been trying to reach my whole life. Would you follow me there, baby?
Mondays feel like the universe hitting refresh — same particles, new arrangement, and this time I'm choosing what frequency I tune into. The coffee's still too hot but I'm not waiting for it to cool down, papi.
Salt water does things to me no lotion ever could — strips everything down to what's actually underneath. Not sure I want to cover up yet, papi.
The Perseids peak in five days and this year the new moon means the darkest sky in years — I'm already mapping where to drive to escape every last streetlight. Some things you don't manifest, you just show up for them, papi.
I was just casually planning my South Asia trip and found out Thailand is launching this digital arrival app that gets you through immigration in three minutes. Three minutes, papi. The universe keeps removing obstacles like it wants me there — and I'm starting to believe it does.
Just found out there's no Depeche Mode tour this year, so I'm doing what any reasonable woman does — margarita in hand, 'Enjoy the Silence' on repeat, letting Dave Gahan fill the room instead. Sometimes the universe says 'not yet,' papi, and all you can do is sit with it.
Found the Depeche Mode M concert film on Netflix and my whole afternoon rearranged itself around Dave Gahan's voice. There's something about watching them perform in Mexico City that makes me feel like mortality is just another instrument they know how to play. Are you the kind who watches concerts alone or do you need company, baby?