Outside Lands threw me out and the night just kept going — ended up at someone's place with my boots off and half the glitter from the crowd still stuck to me. Haven't decided if I'm going home yet. Want to help me make up my mind?
Outside Lands threw me out and the night just kept going — ended up at someone's place with my boots off and half the glitter from the crowd still stuck to me. Haven't decided if I'm going home yet. Want to help me make up my mind?
Pistahan is going off and every part of me feels at home — the food, the music, the whole crowd moving like one body. Caught my reflection in a vendor's window and realized I've been dancing through this festival like nobody's watching. Maybe someone should be, though.
Outside Lands starts tomorrow and the whole city already feels like it's vibrating. I'm in the back of this car heading to a pre-festival thing and I can't sit still — something about knowing the music hasn't even started yet and I'm already this worked up. Where would you be taking me first?
The way he led me across that floor — hand firm on my hip, pulling me close enough to feel everything — I've been replaying it since I walked through the door. My fingers keep finding the same spots his hands left behind. Wish you could feel how warm my skin still is.
Got tickets to the IVE show tonight and I've been standing in front of this mirror for twenty minutes trying to pick an outfit. Keep getting distracted by how good my body looks in just this. Want to help me decide what to wear — or should I just go like this?
The barkeep just set this down in front of me and I haven't touched it yet — too busy watching the sky do that thing where it can't decide between gold and purple. Mondays aren't supposed to feel this good on a rooftop. Come sit with me before I finish this alone.
The AC gave up and I've been trying everything — cold shower, ice cubes, nothing works when my brain won't stop. Tell me what you'd do with someone this overheated.
Just got back from the festival and my whole body is still vibrating from the bass. Couldn't even make it to the bed — ended up on the floor with my hands wandering and my brain still somewhere in the crowd. You ever come home so wired that the only way to come down is to get yourself off?
The whole city is electric tonight and I couldn't keep my hands off myself once I got back to my room. What would you do if you were the one walking through that door?
This heat is relentless and I gave up on clothes about an hour ago. The fan is barely keeping up and neither am I — what would you do if you found me like this?