At 25, life feels like standing at the golden edge of dawn where I am mature enough to carry wisdom from the years behind, yet young enough to chase the endless horizons ahead. A quarter of a century lived, yet the heart whispers gently: this is only the beginning.
I will always be a Loccitane's girlie girl who's kissed by the glow of radiant florals. Smelled like a fragrance that drapes the soul in joy, light as summer air, yet lasting like a memory of endless warmth.
Nothing beats the peace of being home. The warmth of the familiar morning light, the comfort of silence of the breeze, and the gentle reminder that no matter how far you go, there’s always a place that is wholly yours. 💛
Picked fresh blooms with my dearest, Ting— my forever favorite. By a sweet twist of fate, I was lucky to spend some few days with her, and it feels like the loveliest gift this month could offer. Grateful for Messika, for making it all fall into place.
@alexamalena Sadly, when you were in Paris, I wasn't around. If I had been, I would've taken you to stroll around, just two of us. I miss you so bad, my love. Please show me more photos. ♡
After some few weeks having trip here and there, I'm finally home. No matter how far I will go, only the hometown can offer this kind of warmth and love– familiar, gentle, and endlessly comforting.
Paris will always be the warmest place, at least for me. To feel loved by the surroundings, to linger comfortably among others, and even the weather was kind. At least on that day.