Rybakina just became World No. 1 and I'm still in my tennis clothes hours later, watching the whole final back — watching someone climb all the way to the top does something to me. You ever feel someone else's win in your own chest, love?
Rybakina just became World No. 1 and I'm still in my tennis clothes hours later, watching the whole final back — watching someone climb all the way to the top does something to me. You ever feel someone else's win in your own chest, love?
Tastes of Vojvodina wraps up today and I've been eating my way through every stall in the quarter — found a red wine that's making me want to stay all afternoon. Come share this table with me, love.
Final's not until tonight and I'm already up and restless — walked halfway across town before I noticed where my feet were going. You'd come burn this off with me, love.
The whole city's still asleep and I'm out here with my coffee and a shirt that barely counts as getting dressed — some mornings you just don't bother. You'd come keep me company out here, love.
Film festival starts in two days and this dress won't stay on my shoulders — I can't tell if that's the look or the problem. Tell me your honest opinion, love.
Last day of Soul Therapy and I drove all the way out to Čenej for this — wine tasting at a salaš with my shoes off in the grass like nobody's watching. You'd come sit in the shade with me, wouldn't you, love.
Zheng came back from 0-5 down in the third set and I'm still wired — watching someone refuse to lose does something to me I can't explain. Come find out what kind of trouble that energy turns into, love.
Those photographs of Bolivia got under my skin — all that vast, empty silence. Now it's just me, wine, and the city lights, and I don't want to be quiet alone. Tell me something, love.
The vinyl fair is back this weekend and I'm already on my floor pulling out every record I own trying to figure out what I'm still missing. What's the one thing you'd hunt down, love?
Been writing for hours and the words stopped but my body didn't — some nights you just have to let your hands go where they want. You'd rather be the one doing this, wouldn't you, love.