i wish i had a home somewhere in northern italy where i can spend my summers reading books, biking through the country, and eating fresh fruit all day
“this room is like the heart of the house. no, not a heart, a stomach. it was your dance studio, theo. it was my toy-room, it was a reading room for mom, the game room for steve, a family room for shirley, a treehouse… but it was always, the red room.“
