


lovely potos that remind me of a sunday morning, by nudonudo.
söndagsmorgon..
if you were a kid and suddenly had your own apartment - you could do whatever you wanted to, what would it be? why don’t we do the same things when we’re adults? or do we in fact do the same things?
i would.. paint on the walls with crayons, run back and forth.. never go to sleep.. eat cake.. wear rollerblades and listen to cartoons really loud..
scheynius apartment in paris. i love the light and the athmosphere.. the budding tree in the corner, the slightly lilac-colored sky..