I think the best part about love is losing all sense of reality.
Turquoise umbrella under the stars. Ripped denim on my thighs. Sand on my tongue & in my sleeves. Cold toxin in my lungs. A pretty square cut-out of a cloud in the sky. Sometimes, you have to lose yourself to find yourself.
Turquoise umbrella under the stars. Ripped denim on my thighs. Sand on my tongue & in my sleeves. Cold toxin in my lungs. A pretty square cut-out of a cloud in the sky. Sometimes, you have to lose yourself to find yourself.