Dia de luz, festa do sol... Um barquinho a deslizar no imenso azul do amor! ⭐️
When you’re back to your Lower Hutt life which mainly consist of trips to queensgate and paknsave so you have nothing else to gram but europe throwbacks 👍🏽🤷🏻♀️
Mom called me “golden hair poet by the seaside” 🤣🤣🤣
Beneath the sheltering sky, he would fly.