femme fatale

you walk into your local gas station, looking for a pack of cigarettes. you end up getting your smokes and a strawberry lollipop you saw near the register too. as you’re paying, a voice behind you says “i’ll get that”. the voice has slicked back hair, stubble, a large tattoo on his neck and two different coloured eyes. when he smiles he reveals a gold tooth. you thank him for paying and you walk outside together. he invites you to a ride on his motorcycle, you decide to be reckless and accept.

you’re on holiday in a foreign, mediterranean country. you spend your days by the beach, sunbathing, swimming in the sea and sipping cocktails. the guys there are cute and flirty, maybe a summer fling ensues. time doesn’t seem to exist. you feel happy and young forever

going out on a warm summer night with your girlfriends, and dancing with a guy who is about 10 years older than you + has bomb tattoos. he buys you soft drinks and writes his phone # on your wrist, just in case

testing all your lipsticks by kissing notebook paper

laying by the crystal blue pool in the afternoon. a sun hat and cateye sunglasses. red lipstick on the straw you’re sipping a virgin margarita from. the air is hot, the sun hotter, the water is cold. you can hear cicadas and crickets from the trees as the sun starts to set, fireflies flash all around you

dancing barefoot in the grass in your favorite sundress on a summer evening. the sun is just starting to set and a cool breeze is waving through your hair. you feel an arm around your waist urging you to sit and watch the sunset. the air smells like cigarettes and popsicles. the crickets are starting to hum and you hear distant talking and laughing from a few backyards over and can smell a barbecue (written by the lovely @yoonriise​