hibimono

Love how the light highlights all the parts that don’t fit in clothes

This was supposed to be the ‘safe shots’. still got too much in it.

Just sitting by the window, legs crossed.

I hate summer, but I’ve learned to frame the discomfort.

Late. No energy left, no hands free. So I let my legs do the holding. Scrolled through my own blog like a guest — quiet, soft, and just curious enough.

Some nights, this is all the structure I need.

It’s not on purpose. It’s just one of those days. When the fit doesn’t help, the fabric refuses to hide, and you’ve got a full basket and nowhere to go.

Can’t fix it. Can’t fight it. So I stand here and pretend… again.

It looks like a tent.

It’s the daily negotiation, a silent protest.

I didn’t ask to pitch this tent. I just sat down. ⛺️

Anxiety: 1000. Too many people, too little space. And I already know how it ends: everyone stuck and no way out.

So no, I'll wait for the next one. Happy to avoid… unwanted contacts!

Sat in the car for a moment, no destination, no music — just air and fabric tension.

The seatbelt clicked. The jeans didn’t help. It’s not about trying to show, it’s just… there.

Always a little ahead of me.

Just sat down for a minute.

A view, a bit of breeze, the sound of water: nothing special, except the weight I carry doesn’t always stay still. Most people look at the river.

I pretend not to notice who doesn’t.