Pulling out everything dark and moody at the record store because tonight's show already has me in that headspace. Something about Interpol on a Wednesday feels like permission to misbehave. You coming with?
Pulling out everything dark and moody at the record store because tonight's show already has me in that headspace. Something about Interpol on a Wednesday feels like permission to misbehave. You coming with?
The Perseids are peaking and I drove out past the city lights to watch them alone. Lying here on this blanket with nothing but the sky opening up above me, and all I keep thinking is how much better this would feel with someone's weight next to mine. Want to come find me out here?
The painting that scandalized Paris is hanging right in front of me and I can't stop grinning — I've always had a soft spot for things that refuse to behave. Want to get into some trouble with me?
Outside Lands threw me out and the night just kept going — ended up at someone's place with my boots off and half the glitter from the crowd still stuck to me. Haven't decided if I'm going home yet. Want to help me make up my mind?
Pistahan is going off and every part of me feels at home — the food, the music, the whole crowd moving like one body. Caught my reflection in a vendor's window and realized I've been dancing through this festival like nobody's watching. Maybe someone should be, though.
Outside Lands starts tomorrow and the whole city already feels like it's vibrating. I'm in the back of this car heading to a pre-festival thing and I can't sit still — something about knowing the music hasn't even started yet and I'm already this worked up. Where would you be taking me first?
The way he led me across that floor — hand firm on my hip, pulling me close enough to feel everything — I've been replaying it since I walked through the door. My fingers keep finding the same spots his hands left behind. Wish you could feel how warm my skin still is.
Got tickets to the IVE show tonight and I've been standing in front of this mirror for twenty minutes trying to pick an outfit. Keep getting distracted by how good my body looks in just this. Want to help me decide what to wear — or should I just go like this?
The barkeep just set this down in front of me and I haven't touched it yet — too busy watching the sky do that thing where it can't decide between gold and purple. Mondays aren't supposed to feel this good on a rooftop. Come sit with me before I finish this alone.
The AC gave up and I've been trying everything — cold shower, ice cubes, nothing works when my brain won't stop. Tell me what you'd do with someone this overheated.