Everyone I know is already booking trains for Ferragosto and I'm out here walking through an empty piazza at stupid o'clock pretending I'm deciding between Siena and my couch. Honestly the couch is winning.
Everyone I know is already booking trains for Ferragosto and I'm out here walking through an empty piazza at stupid o'clock pretending I'm deciding between Siena and my couch. Honestly the couch is winning.
Too much sparkling wine and not enough hands — found a quiet stone wall behind the chapel and the stars are watching me make a very selfish wish. Want to guess what it is, bear?
The stars were supposed to be the highlight of my night, but then I came back inside and my hands had other plans. You'd freeze in the doorway if you saw me right now, bear.
Went up to the roof to catch the first shooting stars and this thin shirt was all I grabbed — the night air up here doesn't leave much to the imagination. What would you wish for if you saw me like this, bear?
Stream ended ten minutes ago and I didn't turn the camera off — not because I forgot. You'd have stayed too, wouldn't you bear?
Everyone out there is stocking up for Ferragosto like it's a military operation — and I'm here deciding whether I even want to put clothes on today. You'd like the answer, bear.
Night rides leave me wired in ways I can't shake — got home and my hands went straight past the light switch. You'd follow me inside, wouldn't you, bear?
Even the sunrise feels like it's burning through the shutters — woke up drenched and didn't even try to cover up. You'd just stand there watching, wouldn't you?
The whole city is still breathing hot air and I gave up on clothes about an hour ago — stepped onto the balcony like this and the warm breeze actually felt like permission. Bet you wish you had my view right now, bear.
It's too hot to sleep and too quiet to be alone like this — my fingers found their way down before I even decided. You coming to help, bear?