
Un Coeur Vintage
My finger traces the images in the black and white photos. I feel as if my life belongs in the sepia tones and sun bleached pictures I never knew. I feel as though a part of me was born in … Continue reading Un Coeur Vintage
My finger traces the images in the black and white photos. I feel as if my life belongs in the sepia tones and sun bleached pictures I never knew. I feel as though a part of me was born in … Continue reading Un Coeur Vintage
Dear Stranger, If you are reading this, you have discovered this post-it tucked in the side of your train seat. I have noticed you sitting here on Monday mornings, sometimes tapping your thigh, sipping from your tea (who brings a … Continue reading Love Notes in a Cup