I hate small talks.
I wanna talk about atoms, death, aliens, sex, magic, intellect, the meaning of life,
faraway galaxies, the lies you’ve told,
your flaws, your favorite scents, your childhood, what keeps you up at night,
your insecurity and fears.
I like people with depth, who speak with emotion, a twisted mind.
I don’t want to know “What’s up”
It was one fine day at Petitenget Beach, Bali.
We stopped by at Mano Seaside for coffee and few pictures. The sun almost set, but we had long day to go.
Dress by Zara
Age and glasses of wine should not be counted..
Love, Miya.
Pics taken by Triaji