Sea salt blonde hair, she wad finally learning what it felt like to be free; in mind, body and spirit.
We spent the summer on the bay, but now I have to get off this boat and board a plane to JFK. And we haven't slept in a week, but it doesn't seem to matter to a girl like me.
And someone at Grand Central Station got wind I was coming home. And I still recognize him after all these years, he still looks the same.
When we left Brooklyn it was raining so hard, but we're just lovers kissing under an awning at 3rd and St. Marks. Pretty girls kissing boys. Hiding from the rain, riding on the train. Just pretty girls kissing summer boys.
circle shades by wildfox
gothic cowgirl sweater by wildfox
the helga boot in white by deandri