[exclusive] | Strawberry Ifeelmyself

It is the difference between a sliced strawberry on a plate and the primal act of picking it up by the stem, juice dripping down your knuckles, and taking the first bite.

A warm, lazy afternoon Mood: Red, ripe, and completely unapologetic. strawberry ifeelmyself

Not the pale, seedy, refrigerated ghosts they sell in plastic clamshells in December. I’m talking about the real thing. The one you find tucked under a green canopy of leaves, still warm from the sun. It is so red it looks like a stop sign. It is so fragrant you can smell it before your lips even touch the skin. It is the difference between a sliced strawberry