this always happens to me. i order a new toy in anticipation for the weekend, and it never arrives on time. i feel like a little kid pacing around the foot of a christmas tree, waiting for the gift that hasn’t come. and it’s quite possible that i’m victim of romanticizing the smallest shimmers that come my way outside of the hamster wheel.
can’t wait for the weekend. all i want to do is stretch out like a cat and take random pictures that don’t make sense.