melon

A.J. bought me a melon!
So sweet.
A honeydew melon portion. So cute.
SOOO cute.

I'm still wearing my leathery wrist-band-thing from Hvar.
It's going strong.

I had a lot of hair yesterday.
And this was good.

Brain-dead Friday.
M.

SPU

2 Marias.
Always a problem.

M.

the rightest bit of wrong

 



As long as there is the sea. The beautiful, beautiful, unforgettable, indescribable, beautiful sea.
As long as there is sauce to talk about. Plenty of sauce.
As long as we have our health.
As long as we will not say “no” to everything the universe has got to offer.
As long as there is all this, it simply must be okay.



As long as there are iced coffees down by the harbour.
As long as there is someone to talk to.
As long as the summers will come again.
As long as there are books, and music.
As long as there's sand in your shoes and a map.
As long as there champagne and skinny dips.
As long as there is CHANCE, for whatever.
As long as there is room to breath and room to change.
As long as there are roots.
As long as there is strength to keep feeling.

The Devil (still) does not play fair.
But if we take a chance every now and then, we might throw him off. M.