Can I ask how I am doing ?
j’sais pas
Bewildered by the mysteries of tmblr
Her short skirt
Red lips
Hips
(I sometimes dream of rosehip drink)
Cloudless skies
(a life under a sun never setting)
A Jail, Yale ; the eyebrows and her
gray tank top
My second violin playing her
First fiddle and our symphony
a frown
