this is what makes us.
the beach was unimpressed by either of us. boats chained to its harbor. yachts we’d always dreamed about stretching out across. fuck I want to be rich, you always said. that made two of us. the sky refusing to change its shade from striking gray. neither of us minded. shoes off creeping the
beach towards the cafe siri told us would be standing, lonely, waiting for us. sand is nature’s cheapest pedicure. amanda bynes taught me that. nevertheless it gets everywhere and anywhere and sticks to your clothes like a foreign disease. god it’s in my new bikini. yes, I mind it. not now, maybe.
not now I don’t mind it when it’s the only stretch of land between us for the first time. the infinities we wanted to live in the palm of our hand. lana del rey playing loudly on my dying iphone because the batteries fucking suck. us
singing this is what makes us girls. appropriately, seeing as this was the first night we’ve ever met and we were already sneaking away from our parents. our first adventure tucked into a crabs shell. there are more to come. cheers
to this. let’s make friends with all of the whores. i laugh. you laugh. vodka in your princess cup. i should’ve known you would have brought it. red lipstick. black night. and then the sky sets on fire and you have to go. you have to go. home. you have to go home. and that’s okay because I know we’ll
have our Isle of Palms on some beach in Greece one day. make our pedestals on the top of waterfalls in New York. I promise. it’s all gonna happen, it’s all gonna happen.