time is running fast for sleepy fawns.everything is ice cream at midnight, and painting my nails glitter and wind and kissing the raven-haired boy who likes to pretend he is blonde.
then we dance in the kitchen in the morning while the coffee is brewing under a strawberry sky dusted with white powder sugar sun and later on we're speaking as if we're putting each other under secret spells and we could turn into one wild thing.
summer is here and it is not and I'm dreaming of changing the city for the sea side or the view from a mountain top.
but running away is an august plan, this week is filled with everyday yoga class and I feel like living from chai tea and soy milk and playing guitar with windows wide open despite the chilly june air.
nothing happens. and everything does.
francesca lia block is the muse.
then we dance in the kitchen in the morning while the coffee is brewing under a strawberry sky dusted with white powder sugar sun and later on we're speaking as if we're putting each other under secret spells and we could turn into one wild thing.
summer is here and it is not and I'm dreaming of changing the city for the sea side or the view from a mountain top.
but running away is an august plan, this week is filled with everyday yoga class and I feel like living from chai tea and soy milk and playing guitar with windows wide open despite the chilly june air.
nothing happens. and everything does.
francesca lia block is the muse.
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