#feels like...

dust particles flying under streetlights, spending hours practicing guitar till your fingertips sting, fogging up your frosty window, stealing beers from your dad, sobbing into your best friend's arms, painting with grimy warm colors, sunrises filtered through clouds, kissing your new fling and really enjoying the way their lips move, crying in tune to your favorite song, hearing your parents fight downstairs, drawing graffiti all over the bathroom walls, spilling out your dreams to your lover at 3am, leaving your hometown behind in a rear view mirror

Feel Like Macarons Kiss...

rusty in your fingernails, dirt rubbed against metal, an orange sun over the ocean, finding your childhood bicycle in the back of your garage, broken swingsets in empty parks, warm toned smoke bombs, spraypainting a car you stole, striking a match in pitch black darkness, walking into the desert and never walking out, jumping into a car and crashing through a brick wall, the orange desert sun setting beneath the dunes and giving way to galaxies

Matte lipstick and rosy cheeks. Those prickly weeds hidden in grass. Chilly leather jackets. Dyed black hair. Wearing a spiked leather bra and spitting at anyone who dares to tell you to "cover up." One night stands and a punch to the gut.