vanilla heroine

by Rachel Lynch in


She bleached her hair, white like vanilla heroine. Nightlit roses, she was phosphorescent light to the night sky. Golden blonde locks laced up in a black bodysuit, she fought crime by dinnertime. Fire escapes and downtown rooftops, silver studs covered her body as she ran through the thunderstorms and fog. She had the bedroom eyes, vehement on finding the wild in the world.

(POST IN HONOR OF MY BLONDE SISTER COMING TO NYC THIS WEEKEND TO PLAY YAY!!!)