hot girl spring is out. mary lennox spring is in. get in loser we’re frolicking in the garden; we’re talking to birds; we’re getting lost in the heather; we’re wandering gothic manors in the dead of night and discovering secret cousins concealed in attic bedrooms, we’re jumping rope
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im a summer person like raskolnikov was a summer person. disgusting dreary heat and fog. fainting from a fever and killing people who Are Having Hot Girl Summer
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I slept over (at your house)
for the first time this summer.
I'd never been there before; it was only one night.
You're the best friend I always had never had.
We'd had countless sleepovers before of course, curled up on some foreign mattress that only belonged to us temporarily.
Nights of whispers in the dark, debriefing and talking until we drifted off and didn't anymore; comfortable silence and chilly rooms.
Sleeping over (at your house) felt so natural, as though we grew up doing it. Sneaking midnight snacks, trying to make friendship bracelets, playing mermaids in the pool, falling asleep on the couch watching a movie, pinky promising: memories that don't exist but almost do.
Walking into your house for the first time didn't feel like it was.
Your family feels like mine even though they're from opposite sides of the world, but our moms squint at their phone in the same way and our dads drive the same way.
Different mattress, different room, different pillow,
same person.
Out of everyone, yours was the only house I slept over at this summer. I'm glad it was. It felt like coming home.
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Hot girl summer? More like depressive russian literature summer.
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The invisible string that ties us all...
"The reason why we have no choice but meet again"
-Kim Kyung Hee 'Red String Of Fate'
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eating an orange/mandarin alone, with no one to offer a slice to, must be the loneliest feeling in the world
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