A warm, lazy afternoon Mood: Red, ripe, and completely unapologetic.
The sound was obscene. A crack of seeds, a rush of juice. It ran down my chin before I could catch it. My first instinct was to reach for a napkin—to clean up, to apologize for the mess. But I stopped. strawberry ifeelmyself
For a long time, I ate strawberries wrong. A warm, lazy afternoon Mood: Red, ripe, and
There is a specific kind of magic in biting into a strawberry at the peak of its season. lazy afternoon Mood: Red