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where I would take famous lady pictures on dates

a picnic in an abdondoned wooden townhouse in the dying part of town, we read celebrity gossip outloud on our phones with her head in my lap, later we exchange risque poetry on the roof and drink wine that is almost fancy

take her to a mall in the middle of chicago and watch her shop for expensive things with those slight sugar-mama undertones, go to a cafe with heart chairs and flaunt pink lesbian extravegence, get on the indoor ferris wheel and shamelessly makeout

take her to an outdoor concert with fairy lights and bands playing electric fiddles, we sit on my car roof and eat rocky road icecream until the sprinklers come on, run around and cuddle in the summer grass as fireflies come out

meet outside a nameless bar downtown where we are both slightly drunk, go to an empty walmart parking lot and discuss feminism, she smokes and I tell her she’s beautiful, she says ‘I know,’ end up naked and tattooed at a strangers house

go to a haunted house and scream at everything for the hell of it, go to an art studio afterwards and paint nature scenes on walls and each others back, eat cold frenchfires and talk about history and the end of the world

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Временами я настолько люблю эту жизнь, что плакать хочется.Хочется обнять весь мир.
Как жаль, что меня так переполняют эмоции не каждый день.(хотя, погрустить иногда тоже полезно)

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Star trails looking directly north from camp on a hill in Iran, leading into sunrise.