skirts are flying, different colors swinging against the contrasting black, smiles and laughter echoing through the floor like the bass, and somewhere there's a boy and girl making eye contact, girl smiling and poking the word dibs into her older sister's arm, who follows grudgingly, and it's the start of something. undefiniable at the moment- but definitely something.
july 17th
oops
-sam
YOU ARE READING
thoughts ≠ sx
Poetrysomething in between a rant book and a book for a girl to ramble in. [ @clairescovers ]
