Miss you. Love you. Miss you some more
We need to normalize wearing capes again. Fuck coats. I want the leaves to crunch underneath my boots, three journals tucked under my arm, and the ends of my cape billowing in the wind behind me as I make my way up the river bank, briskly walking in the cold autumn air.
L-R: Festiva Maxima, Sarah Bernhardt and Monsieur Jules Elie
Since time doesn’t exist anymore because of quarantine, I’m pretending it’s already autumn 🍂
He made her some tea, awwwwww. What a sweetheart. Don’t worry Wolfie, I won’t tell that beneath that badass exterior you’re a marshmallow inside.