sweden mid summer grass was reaching up my legs and letting my skin know a breeze was coming 

my tangled lace dress and garters down to my knees tucked in a razor blade, for evening, with him 

ive been driving these roads for days...

                                                   i do not look like lindsay lohan.

                                        " & I'm weary, I'm not quite rested yet, this could be obvious to you  

(Let the shore tide take you in, let the shore tide in) In this short time we've been trading air."

southern drawls and tanning oil,hot humid fucks in high salt marsh grass. floral printed dresses barefeet wet 

sand under your toes. the scent the wind carries up into your senses, rolling your eyes back into your head. southern drawls southern crawling back into the rusted pick up trucks and a shotgun to your lips if you breathe a word against this.... land of the free land of the freedom ringing in your ears. moisture above your lips kisses the magnolias to your skin bronzed by the afternoon. 

A Magnolia Growing In A Deep Southern Ghetto.

A Filthy Fuck In A Seedy Motel That Leaves The taste of Mildew in your mouth for hours.

Abused Substances. Fuck..

Measurements
waist- 26 
hips- 35
bust-34
cup- small B
height- 5'6
shoe size- 7.5 US

summer skin

he told me he didn't want to hold me to close to his chest, because he was afraid I would hear there was no heartbeat.

summer reminds me of shitty sushi bars in central new jersey, dirty knees in sundresses tanning in the backyard, running out of gas in the 92' ford taurus and sweating in converse and fishnets on st.marks place. reading until i am cross eyed restless hot sweaty nights rosseau, kant, lolita, weetzie bat. highschool lust is so complicated when the senior you were hooking up with says he's going to college, so let the summer humidity make your shoulders glow in dockstreet's dim underground club setting and find a new lover until september comes around. that first year you went to go see the warped tour. you got all done up just to sweat off all your eyeliner within the first hour. i hopped the fence at english town raceway and got invited on stage to see funeral for a friend. when your 14 years old, it tastes like something famous. that night i listened to taking back sunday's " Your So Last Summer" at least ten times, convinced I was going to fuck this punk kid i was madly in love with to the song somewhere hot and humid and utterly romantic. not the staten island mall bathroom.