My post-Coachella distress has been keeping me up at night in spite of my utter exhaustion.
I just can't get over how incredible the 3 day weekend was - the music, the people, the outfits, the atmosphere, the laying in grass fields for a catnap between sets. It was bliss.
Perhaps a peaceful blue bedroom would soothe my sorrows?
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