Samantha | Jo.

Fishnet stalkings, tattoo on the spine, a wild red cocktail with swirling fumes, inky skies dotted with subdued stars, a hint of storm in the air; the rooftop of an abandoned building, watching the trailing lights of the traffic below. And you.

I crave the people that introduce you to their mind. I have a thing for the people that tell me the things that consume your brain at 2am. Sure I wanna hear about your parents and your friends and your favorite food and the time you got fucked up on spring break.. But tell me the reason you hate the 7th of July, tell me why you’re in love with nirvana, tell me what comes to mind when you hear the word God, tell me the things you’re afraid to tell everyone else.

All that shade, sassy, realness is gone from this earth, forever.  :(