(zara knit, amarican vintage jumpsuit, swedish hasbeens for h&m wedges, diy friendship bracelets, vintage backpack)
Some seriously delicious colorful popcorn packaged in celebrities of the golden age at a small festa in Santo Amaro. It's so fantastic that it's summer and I can still wear my jackets and knits comfortably enough and I´m hearing the rest of the world is having a heatwave. Some times it feels like earth just ends at the edge of the horrizon and all I want to do is buy my own little house made of black stone give it some huge windows and orange shutters, write stories and live crazy adventures of sailing boats and bulls and whales and midnight dancing near the fire. Would it be the right thing to do?