Steal my sunshine, be my moon. The golden hours of the sun are a gift. Her eyes were astoundingly blue and astoundingly sharp. Nothing escaped her. She tried to put her grasp on the day, but the sun always seemed to disappear into the waves. She grabbed at the golden light like it was eternal, but it always seemed to slip through the spaces in her fingers. She lived between the sunsets and washed herself in the waves. Summer lover.
tee-shirts are vintage
shoes by Jeffrey Campbell