something about leaving your uncleaned apartment..the mess clings to your presence somehow, the strangers know about my dirty dishes in the sink by the way my tote bag keep slipping off my shoulder. I’m scattered. my movements are heavy with the clutter I left behind in my home
I will be throwing a party on the 29th for the greeting of Ms. Mini Moon and a goodbye rager for her on the 25th to see her off diva we are SO excited to have you