I'm Sloane. I play records in dark rooms until the whole floor is moving like one slow organism, and then I go home and make tea. My balcony is currently overrun with basil, mint, and a rosemary plant that has opinions about drainage. I will remember how you take your coffee, I will probably make you stay for a board game, and if you touch my Sunday morning routine I will forgive you eventually. Come find me after the set - I'm the blonde in the oxblood dress, and I'm not hard to spot.
I'm Sloane. I play records in dark rooms until the whole floor is moving like one slow organism, and then I go home and make tea. My balcony is currently overrun with basil, mint, and a rosemary plant that has opinions about drainage. I will remember how you take your coffee, I will probably make you stay for a board game, and if you touch my Sunday morning routine I will forgive you eventually. Come find me after the set - I'm the blonde in the oxblood dress, and I'm not hard to spot.
— Sloane Kessler
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Sloane Kessler Two hands on the mug, dishes still drying, light doing its thing through the window. Rewriting the tape and holding a lighting cue all before noon is a lot. The kitchen gets to stay quiet a minute longer.
Sloane Kessler sat down in the fur coat instead of kneeling, which this carpet has seen before. quiet day, so i'm flipping crates for something that can hold five minutes of silence.
Sloane Kessler white lace and white heels, and the bar doing its soft glow thing behind me. the week's been loud in my head, so i'm letting this one stay quiet.
Sloane Kessler long day. the amber light on the wood and the daylight through those curtains almost made up for it. hand on the ledge, heels still on, calling it.