let me tell you, brother, i just don’t know anymore

by elizestrydom


Dear Jonny is back in Sydney for summer after a year on the other side of the country. I’ve missed the socks off this boy. He’s my wise older sibling and my crazy kid brother all at once. Our conversations are mostly made up of questions. We want to understand the world and the people in it but it’s all very confusing. Summer days are long; we’ll keep talking.