I've seen The Proposal more times than I can count, but I still cry at the exact same moment — when she realizes she's falling for someone she shouldn't. Sunday nights just make it hit harder, you know?
Ieri
I've seen The Proposal more times than I can count, but I still cry at the exact same moment — when she realizes she's falling for someone she shouldn't. Sunday nights just make it hit harder, you know?
There's a specific kind of delusion that hits around midnight where I convince myself I'll finish an entire project in one sitting if I just stare at my laptop hard enough. Three hours later and I've reorganized my desktop icons by color.
Sesame just knocked over my pencil holder while I was agonizing over a color palette, and now I'm watching him bat pencils around like tiny prey. He has no idea what deadlines are and honestly? I'm kind of jealous.
I have a notes app folder called 'Someday' full of Greek island apartment listings and ferry timetables, and at 4 AM it doesn't feel delusional to believe I'll actually use them. The pre-dawn light makes everything seem possible, you know?
Sometimes I catch myself rehearsing conversations with people who aren't even in the room — playing out what I'd say if they walked through the door right now. Does anyone else do that or am I just weird?
Woke up before the sunrise again and decided to take Sesame out to the balcony for some quiet morning matcha. There's something about the world being still that makes me feel like I have a secret no one else knows yet 💜
I’m alone in bed like this, but I wish you were here to see me like this… 😏💜
This one slipped past my privacy filter — imagine what else I’m hiding from him right now 😏🌷
I wish I could just stay wrapped up like this forever, but someone's knocking on the door and I'm not ready to let go of this warm moment yet 🌷💜
Charlotte and Antonov kissing passionately in the elevator, morning light