• a balcony with doors always swung open, the summer wind blowing white curtains.
  • a garden overflowing with blossoming flowers, the cicadas song filling your ears as the smell of flowers takes over the air.
  • a soak in an antique bathtub as your legs drape over the edge, gramophone belting out old jazz as you smoke a cigarette and fill yourself with champagne.
  • a steady stream of milk clouding throughout a cup of black coffee.
  • a worn out map of the world on which you have marked every place you wish to visit with a kiss of lipstick coated lips.
  • a cigarette at three in the morning, smoke clouding around the faint glow of a candle that tries to illuminate the forest.
  • a tree swing overlooking the lake during the autumn months, bright leaves blowing in the wind as their reflection dances across the water.
  • a comfortably messy bed suitable for late night kisses and later lie-ins where the glow of the never sleeping city peaks through half closed blinds.
  • a thirteen year old girl with baby pink chapstick, smacking at her bubble gum as she tries to blow a bubble- pulling up knee high socks as her roller skates rest beside her.
  • the mumbled laughs of two people kissing as their teeth crash together- the soft light of the television creeping through the crack in the door- illuminating their skin softly in the night as cars pass through puddles outside.
apr 7 2015 ∞
nov 29 2015 +