Doing it for the girl that is too scared to be picked up. Doing it for the girl who would cry in the fitting rooms. Doing it for the girl who has never had someone have a crush on her. Doing it for the girl that doesn’t have friends. Doing it for the girl who wants to wear cute clothes. Doing it for the girl that wants to eat without worrying about weight. Doing it for me.
I love you summer I love you chlorine I love you goosebumps when I walk inside into ac I love you running barefoot down the warm street as the sun sets I love you cicada chirping all night I love you fireflies I love you dragonflies I love you paper plate with chips and a turkey sandwich after swimming I love you sitting on a truck bed legs swinging talking at sunset I love you drive ins I love you watching fireworks laying in the grass I love you walking straight into a wave of muggyness at night I love you cold shower I love you ineffective little fan spritzers
what a blessing to be alive at the same time as my best friends, my favourite bands, that one professor I adore. what a blessing to discover new people who I will love.
I just realised that the last chapter of Caerula Luna will be posted on the day Seokjin officially returns from the military now I'm bawling my eyes out 😭😭
hungry for music. for flat whites and filter coffee and fresh espresso. for sweat and work that gets stuck under your fingernails. hungry for your hands. silver rings, hungry for your curly hair. for your watch. for movies ticked off the list, for applications accepted and congratulations. for cable knit sweaters and chance encounters in smoking areas, before I have to go, I have to go, I can't stay. hungry for sunlight. to feel the stretch between my shoulder blades, that pale spot of skin. hungry for the sound of your voice, the way I made you laugh that one time, when you looked at the floor, while you were drying the plates. for tequila sunrises and the gay club that closed last summer, nose rings and a bottle of cheap wine. hungry for the way my car smells in summer, beachy air freshener and sea hair and sour sweets. hungry for the sunrise while im driving to work, windows down though it's not quite warm yet. hungry for sleep, kisses, sunlight through curtains, dark beer, headaches, big oranges, little green apples and no bra. hungry for blue shirts and mixed slushies and drives down to the loch, down green winding roads.
hungry for that little bump in your nose, almost more than anything.
pixels but i need y’all to hear how endearingly gerard asked us to do the arm thing to scarecrow last night. my sister took this from where she was sitting :’)
does anyone else ever intentionally get a song stuck in their head? i didn't have any convenient way to listen to my own music for the longest time but i figured out if i listened to a song enough to memorize the lyrics, melody and background i could just play it back in my head. it's nice, since i can sometimes get rid of a bad mood by "listening" to, like, Piano Man by Billy Joel without even needing headphones.