🥞 dreams of a romcom, london is humming. accompanied by distant drumming and coffee glasses. the pavement shines, the busses groan, and she enters a dream sequence ☆
            

           
🧁🩷 the tiniest things, like the flutter when the bus bell sounds or the misty glass on winter trains, may evoke romance for me. the buzz of the skyline is a refrain, lovely skies
           

           
💐netflix queues and tear-streaked nights, i study love through city lights. “love actually” and “about time”. have shaped my sense of what’s sublime 🩷
           

           
☆ @.mail: 🥞 future storylines that feature meet-cutes blooming in flower stores fill her notes. a mischievous child, a cappuccino that spilled, a fateful look on a wet day 🐩

💐 imagining the walls of a soho bookstore. of laughter reverberating across corridors. of two-person scones, shared umbrellas, of dawn dew and untidy hair. romance scenes are cheesy