Massive Hats on Mass Street

Monday, September 21st, 2015

we speak softly like the first sip of coffee on a Sunday morning

and we live harder than those tequila shots Saturday night —

No warning.

scattered steps lead me in whichever direction I choose

and your love leaves me freer than before —

my muse.

our dreams and legs intertwine —

but you are still yours

and I am still mine.

Jumpsuit: Triple Thread hat: similar here booties: similar here

Wondering & Wandering