Fall officially arrived and somehow I'm still out here in almost nothing pretending the air hasn't noticed. The city looks better from three floors up when nobody else is watching. Bet you'd complain about the cold before I would.
Fall officially arrived and somehow I'm still out here in almost nothing pretending the air hasn't noticed. The city looks better from three floors up when nobody else is watching. Bet you'd complain about the cold before I would.
Apparently today is the official end of summer and nobody thought to ask summer how it felt about that. I'm on the roof refusing to accept the ruling. What are you not ready to let go of yet?
There's a specific kind of quiet that only exists when the whole city is asleep and you're the only one standing in front of a window arguing with it. The shirt was supposed to be pajamas but it gave up on the concept about twenty minutes ago. Tell me what keeps you up at this hour.
I was genuinely three seconds from asleep and then my phone served me something so absurd I laughed myself back to full consciousness. Now I'm lying here wide awake and frankly outraged about it. What's the last thing that pulled you back from the edge of sleep?
Laid out my whole going-out outfit on the bed and then the bed made a better offer. The heels are not taking it well. Care to join the winning side?
Thursday did its best to ruin me but the second I got through the door I started undoing all of it. The dress didn't survive past the entryway and I'm not even a little sorry about it. Want to tell me what you'd do if you were the one standing here?
The book I need is always on the shelf I can't quite reach without making it a whole situation. Worth it, though. What's the last thing you read cover to cover?
Third heat dome of the summer and it isn't even light out yet — cold showers have officially been reclassified from preference to survival strategy. Tell me you'd last five minutes in this apartment without one.
The concrete out here is somehow cooler than anything inside, and I stopped pretending clothes were ever part of tonight's plan about an hour ago. Think you could handle this heat, or would you need me to fan you?
Saturday night and I've narrowed it down to two options: go out and be someone's problem, or stay right here and be mine. The railing has no opinion but it's clearly leaning toward the second one.