I think I'm running out of things to say
or rather, I can't properly say
what I want to say.
Is that weird?
Let's see what tomorrow brings.
♥MJ

I love hotels. It's more than a perpetually cold room in the tropical summer, white beds and soft carpets, tall bathroom mirrors and room service. It's not even the lovely view of the city lights and the ocean, not the seemingly fake palm trees around an infinity pool, not the buffet breakfast, not the miniature alcoholic drinks you finish in one swig.