I want Michael to lend me his denim jacket one night when we’re walking along an empty sidewalk at 2am because we’d been out all night and were talking about life and the things that make us the happiest in the world and pointing out stars and trying to identify constellations and as were laughing over a story from the long night we just had i shiver just a little bit, barely even noticeable, and I rub my bare shoulders absentmindedly and Michael quickly shrugs off his denim jacket almost as an instinct and rests it over my shoulders and his hands linger a moment and I naturally bring my hands up to grab and pull the jacket on further and one of my hands brushes against his and we both look at each other and smile and Michael just removes one of his hands from my shoulder while the other one tugs me close under his arm against his body and he interlocks our fingers together resting on my shoulder and with my head leaning against the side of his chest he smells of mint and alcohol and his cologne and Michael points his arm back towards the sky and says “look there’s the Big Dipper!” And i say “Michael, we’ve already pointed that one out.” And Michael smiles and looks down to me leaning into him and kisses my forehead before looking back to the sky and saying “I know” and I laugh and he squeezes me tighter against him and my free hand grips at buttons of his denim jacket wrapped around me tightening it around my chest and everything is perfect
the sound of a running car, the sharp sting of a slap across the cheek, fingerprints on your neck after sex, worn leather, greasy denim, sly smiles, three shots of vodka straight, the breathlessness after a run, the tears over a grave, stoic eyes and wanderlust.
crooked teeth, dusty bookshelves, a falsetto sharp enough to shatter glass, aficionado, hot chocolate coursing through the veins, the heat from a blush flushing your skin, sweet goodbyes, moments where time doesn't exist, where the future is limitless-- where you can't bring yourself to stop at just one kiss.
flip kicks on the sidewalk, that salacious grin that always jolts you from your dreams at 3AM, says he loves you when he's hardly even settled in, a toxic love story where nobody wins, gin and tonic, the same lies over and over and over again.
beanies, graffiti, urban dictionary slang thrown around like it's his only vocabulary, meaningless sex, potential for something, shaded rivers on a lonely map, beach days, Tahiti, a shot of tequila after losing the innocence you can't get back.
a lion-heart made up of equal parts vanity and self loathing, he is the best you ever had and the worst you ever got, blushing cheeks and radiance, his lion's den has become home and your heart the place where he lays that same proud head.
midnight phone calls about philosophy, death, life, and sex; red velvet cupcakes; two taps on the nose and two arms outstretched-- ready to catch you when you fall; guardian angel and savior complex; the click of computer keys; netflix & let me psychoanalyze your insecurities... just so I can make you love yourself as much as I love y-o-u.
blossoming lotus leaves, the ink from a tattoo needle, the thin line of thread from a ripped sleeve, the unspoken sentence that haunts you to each day's end, the trickle of tears in the morning, the serenity of a breathing spine, love nibbles at breakfast, champagne at lunchtime.
vile, painfully exquisite, plucks the stars from the sky only to bottle their light and keep them on a shelf for when the day is long and the night is cold, so bright he hurts, so dark he glows, black magic, ashen fingertips.
silly one with a drive to earn, to experience, to learn; traveler, explorer, the one who jumps from place to place, a boy that everybody wants and nobody knows; best friend, all is forgiven; peter pan who finally grew up, the boy next door; shark tooth necklaces with grabby hands that always reach for more, more, and more...
the world is his oyster and you are his pearl... he's always wanted to crack you open and pry you out; the manipulator weak to manipulation; the playful wiggling of toes; a puppy lick on the cheek; as warm as the soil from the earth with the same coolness and wretched distance of stone.
billowing parachute, long road trips; he majored in zip-lining and leaving the entrails of broken women in his wake; fallen road signs and challenges; daring, dangerous, impermanent-- he likes it best when he's stealing your breath from your lips, knocking you senseless, but only puts you at the top of his stack of memories when you refuse to cave to him.
opening a new bottle of water, sinking chest deep in a warm bath, the flutter of an eskimo kiss, sweater weather in the winter, toes caught in the sheets, the nature channel on repeat, your favorite star in the sky, open heart, round eyes.
When it comes to spring streetwear, dark monochromatic palettes always seem to work. For this outfit I wore some baggy harem pants with unique zipper detailing to keep things edgy and paired them with a lightweight flannel in a dark plaid. I chose to wear a pair of white lowcut sneakers and a white pullover windbreaker to break up the dark colors and a backward snapback to keep the look sporty.