these/days
I love morning-after photos. These days, no matter how much I drink, I just don’t get crazy-drunk anymore. Shit, could this be growing up?! Am I on the road to becoming a responsible adult?! Or perhaps I’ve just become alarmingly desensitised. Oh well. I’ve been drinking way too many nights this week, and eaten a ridiculous amount of chocolate – so it’s bicycle rides, enough sleep, and plenty of water from now on! …Probably.
The mornings after are always the most honestly beautiful. There is that strange plastic beauty of dressed up people, but it is the make-up rubbed off, the hair undone, the body relaxed beauty of the next morning that always gets me. xo