Sundays and this summer dress. It always feels like a whisper against my skin, the kind that invites quiet contemplation. It makes me wonder if, when you see it, you start to wonder too. I only wear this summer dress on Sundays, when I want you to imagine what I’m not wearing underneath.
Sundays and this summer dress. It always feels like a whisper against my skin, the kind that invites quiet contemplation. It makes me wonder if, when you see it, you start to wonder too. 💭💫I only wear this summer dress on Sundays, when I want you to imagine what I’m not wearing underneath.
