Wed
May
27
my own photo
Quito, Ecuador
I’m thinking about you lately. All your streets cloaked with filth and poverty. The stern, towering volcanoes with their over protective-mother presence. The blazing sun shining down on my back or the rain running down my face and sneaking into my sweaters. The chauvinistic cat calls, crazy blue buses, and the bright white flip flop tan line you gave me.
