something about balloons

makes me really happy…even though when I was younger, I was terrified of them. It’s a little freaky to have this big blob of air seemingly forever attached to my hand, threatening to become an extra limb if I didn’t keep my eyes forever locked on it.

but I’ve grown up now, I suppose, and this is all I see.

pure bliss.

hot balloons and hot mamas.

this one’s for you!

sausages, eggs, tomatoes…carrots??

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