reader, writer, lover, researcher. mainly just feelings, books & red lipstick.
I don’t own a single stick of furniture these days, but Crate and Barrel has somehow turned into a haven of sorts. A hideaway. A quiet, cold, pristinely clean floor of overpriced armchairs who don’t want anything from me.
san francisco feels complicated. like a city wearing the wrong size blazer, at a party it doesn’t want to be at.