Elle Fanning’s presence

0:00Another reading through our journals now. I took a long walk through the park. The light filtering through the trees reminded me of Elf Fanning's delicate, almost strange presence. Like she belongs in soft golden hour moments. A kid on a bike nearly ran me over, often happens. I laughed it off, a channeled a bit of Dakota Johnson's dry, understated humour in my head. Well, that was something I muttered, just like she would. Later met a friend for drinks. Margot Robbie's laugh echoed in my memory from a red carpet clip I saw last week. Bright, unapologetic, I tried to match the energy tonight, it mostly worked. I had a productive morning, finished the report I've been dreading. Scarlett Johansson's confident delivery and press tours makes me want to speak with more

1:04authority at work. Can you imagine? Zendaya's calm focus helped me push through the final edits. In the evening, cook some pasta. Don't like pasta, but there you go. I accidentally used too much garlic, don't like garlic very much either. Jenna Ortega would probably turn that into a perfectly timed, dead pan joke. Sydney Sweeney's bubbly optimism popped up when the sauce actually tasted decent, despite my mistakes. Elizabeth Olson's warmth feels like the hug I didn't know I needed after a very long day. Simple pleasures.