They spent the afternoons lounging together, tangled and daydreaming—allowing their future aspirations to tie themselves to one another. They made so many plans in those soft moments, too young to accept the monkey wrench of natural chaos the future would inevitably throw into their picture perfect plans. They had plans for the future but did not know the future had plans for them.

Tonal Tuesday: they had plans for the future

The light was warm and low as the sun began to creep away into the late afternoon as she packed her bags. Two small bags contained everything. It was the beginning and an end as she set off on this journey to a destination unknown. She would be gone before they returned. She left no note. She did not look back.

Tonal Tuesday: she ran away

Tonal Tuesday: everything turns sepia under the city lights

Out the window, in Chicago, maybe at 3am: the city is soft and silent. Covered in glittering snow, turned vintage photograph in the yellow of the street lamps, it waits for the waking hour which has a long time to come.

Tonal Tuesday: everyday i fall in love with you hundred of times

Moon-eyes (something about a big pizza pie)—that’s amoré. Millions of tiny moments that lump in to long stretches—6 years so far, comprised of delicate minutia. All the moments, gnashing of teeth, phrases, biting of tongues, sighs, drawing of hearts on skin, kisses, looks & touches are our atomic lovestory.