The beach is *so* hard πŸ˜‰
Dosa night. I know I already shared a photo of dosa magic in the last what marlowe eats. But I had to share it here too. It was just too good. Been 98% raw for two weeks now but totally eating dosas and other cooked foods with friends in town this week πŸ™‚
Me, just hanging. Totes normal.

Marlowe made me mothers day breakfast. It. was a little tower of fruit with coconut and cacoa nibs on top πŸ™‚
My friend Daniel brought me *welcome to the building* flowers πŸ™‚

She built a tv and a little newscaster person and it was the cutest thing ever.
Her desk. Little toys. Photo of Jerry. Do-dads. Sad Animal Facts. And my favorite new gift: little notebooks and writing paper. One of the notebooks is lined for stories and the other plain for drawings. The writing paper says “Marlowe Paloma” on top and then “change the world, don’t let the world change you.” So far she’s written two letters. One to Alex on fathers day. And one to trump asking him to release the child migrants in Homestead, FL. I seriously cannot get enough of her.
All the juices. The fruit. Never-ending reading.
They look cute, but don’t trust them.

Dance performances.

Her in gorgeous spaces.

With my mom too.

They call me mellow yellow. Wearing my friend Brandy’s company. A monochrome high neck tank + trouser sweats = makeshift romper. Perfect. New favorite outfit.
Ps. This is what we look like shopping… if you ever wondered.

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