it’s late summer, and the sky is painted in pinks and oranges. you’re in a car with your best friends, the radio is turned up loud, salt is in the air and on your tongue, the wind is whipping your hair into knots. you are undoubtedly happy.
it’s 2am, and you’re thinking about the girl that you’re in love with. it’s raining outside, a candle is crackling on the windowsill, and all you can think about is her, and how radiant she is.
the room is filled with smoke. you blink, and the room moves as if in slow motion. you’ve just graduated from high school, you’re surrounded by your favourite people in the world. you’re free, and you feel as though nothing could hold you down.
the sky is dark through the window of your bedroom; a storm is brewing. you have a cup of tea steaming by your side, your cat is purring at the bottom of your bed, and you are at peace.
it’s 2005, and you’re dancing around the lounge room with your dad. the late afternoon sun pours through the window, your Tamagotchi beeps from the couch. you can smell dinner coming in from the kitchen, and the scratchy beige carpet itches your cheek as you fall back, and listen to the music pouring through the speakers.
you’re at a shitty house party. the room is dim, the smell of alcohol and sweat cloying. you’re four drinks in, and a boy sits next to you on the couch. you don’t want to talk to him, you want to keep watching the girl across the room, with firelight in her eyes, but you turn to him anyway.
you’re getting ready for a night out with your friends. your room is a mess, the music is up loud, and your best friends are sprawled on your floor. excitement is tangible in the air.
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