I arrive at your place with nobody home. So I sit on your porch reading Oyster magazine while your somewhat useless yet lovely dog barks at me then stares at me for some time- Then there are many "bad" pics of us, but they are lovely nonetheless. More lovely than Brady. ...Heh.
I just wanna laze + lounge around everyday like this. It's what I need. Comfy scarves, long sleeves, glasses, and sweat pants.
PS. that sweater is lost. I'm dying. Is it at your place, Katherine !?
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