We are absinthe-soaked days.
We are mountain dew-drenched *******
And grass-stained t-shirts.
We pull spindly, spidery veins from the palms of our hands.
We let the cuts of the world kiss our lemon juice lips.
We flip off the moon
And say **** off to the skies.
We devour mermaids by night.
Oct 27, 2015
Oct 27, 2015 at 9:04 PM UTC
We are absinthe-soaked days.
We are mountain dew-drenched *******
And grass-stained t-shirts.
We pull spindly, spidery veins from the palms of our hands.
We let the cuts of the world kiss our lemon juice lips.
We flip off the moon
And say **** off to the skies.
We devour mermaids by night.
