2 days ago I turned 29 on September 29th. It was a full moon. A harvest moon to be exact. And so begins the last year of my 20s. They were roaring, that’s for sure. Forgive me for my absence, but I am enjoying this last bit of quiet serenity before they crank that big ol’ spotlight up again. I’m excited for that, too. But for now, a little more of this. love you.
2 days ago I turned 29 on September 29th. It was a full moon. A harvest moon to be exact. And so begins the last year of my 20s. They were roaring, that’s for sure. Forgive me for my absence, but I am enjoying this last bit of quiet serenity before they crank that big ol’ spotlight up again. I’m excited for that, too. But for now, a little more of this. love you.
2 days ago I turned 29 on September 29th. It was a full moon. A harvest moon to be exact. And so begins the last year of my 20s. They were roaring, that’s for sure. Forgive me for my absence, but I am enjoying this last bit of quiet serenity before they crank that big ol’ spotlight up again. I’m excited for that, too. But for now, a little more of this. love you.
2 days ago I turned 29 on September 29th. It was a full moon. A harvest moon to be exact. And so begins the last year of my 20s. They were roaring, that’s for sure. Forgive me for my absence, but I am enjoying this last bit of quiet serenity before they crank that big ol’ spotlight up again. I’m excited for that, too. But for now, a little more of this. love you.
2 days ago I turned 29 on September 29th. It was a full moon. A harvest moon to be exact. And so begins the last year of my 20s. They were roaring, that’s for sure. Forgive me for my absence, but I am enjoying this last bit of quiet serenity before they crank that big ol’ spotlight up again. I’m excited for that, too. But for now, a little more of this. love you.
2 days ago I turned 29 on September 29th. It was a full moon. A harvest moon to be exact. And so begins the last year of my 20s. They were roaring, that’s for sure. Forgive me for my absence, but I am enjoying this last bit of quiet serenity before they crank that big ol’ spotlight up again. I’m excited for that, too. But for now, a little more of this. love you.
2 days ago I turned 29 on September 29th. It was a full moon. A harvest moon to be exact. And so begins the last year of my 20s. They were roaring, that’s for sure. Forgive me for my absence, but I am enjoying this last bit of quiet serenity before they crank that big ol’ spotlight up again. I’m excited for that, too. But for now, a little more of this. love you.
2 days ago I turned 29 on September 29th. It was a full moon. A harvest moon to be exact. And so begins the last year of my 20s. They were roaring, that’s for sure. Forgive me for my absence, but I am enjoying this last bit of quiet serenity before they crank that big ol’ spotlight up again. I’m excited for that, too. But for now, a little more of this. love you.
thank you @luisdejavier 🕷️🤍🕸️
photos by @sarahpardini
styled by @lynalyson_
make up by me @aboutfacebeauty
hair by @themartyharper
thank you @luisdejavier 🕷️🤍🕸️
photos by @sarahpardini
styled by @lynalyson_
make up by me @aboutfacebeauty
hair by @themartyharper
thank you @luisdejavier 🕷️🤍🕸️
photos by @sarahpardini
styled by @lynalyson_
make up by me @aboutfacebeauty
hair by @themartyharper
thank you @luisdejavier 🕷️🤍🕸️
photos by @sarahpardini
styled by @lynalyson_
make up by me @aboutfacebeauty
hair by @themartyharper
thank you @luisdejavier 🕷️🤍🕸️
photos by @sarahpardini
styled by @lynalyson_
make up by me @aboutfacebeauty
hair by @themartyharper
not pictured: me splitting myself in two everyday so that I can give you my deepest wounds (and a handful of perfect joys) for the 5th time in 10 years.
not pictured: me splitting myself in two everyday so that I can give you my deepest wounds (and a handful of perfect joys) for the 5th time in 10 years.
not pictured: me splitting myself in two everyday so that I can give you my deepest wounds (and a handful of perfect joys) for the 5th time in 10 years.
not pictured: me splitting myself in two everyday so that I can give you my deepest wounds (and a handful of perfect joys) for the 5th time in 10 years.
not pictured: me splitting myself in two everyday so that I can give you my deepest wounds (and a handful of perfect joys) for the 5th time in 10 years.
not pictured: me splitting myself in two everyday so that I can give you my deepest wounds (and a handful of perfect joys) for the 5th time in 10 years.
not pictured: me splitting myself in two everyday so that I can give you my deepest wounds (and a handful of perfect joys) for the 5th time in 10 years.
not pictured: me splitting myself in two everyday so that I can give you my deepest wounds (and a handful of perfect joys) for the 5th time in 10 years.
not pictured: me splitting myself in two everyday so that I can give you my deepest wounds (and a handful of perfect joys) for the 5th time in 10 years.
