Black Mercedes Somewhere in Monti I was lost like Monica Vitti. Smiled so the Italians loved me. Wore my crucifix under my linen. God was very far away. 1.2 miles exactly. I unbuttoned my shirt and walked through the piazzas. Licked the sweat off my lip.
Just realize, a day late, but the existence of Alex Dmitriov is definitely one of the things I am thankful for
Thanksgiving may be pagan, but AD is holy.
Oooooof ☄️
under my linen ✨✨✨💙
Gorgeous.
Oh my. 🔥 ❤️