alive in the grandiose nightfall, on a high between the sweet nothings.

she’s all energy and high cheekbones.

banana pudding and white wine.

yellow pushup bras and late night pasta from an aussie joint.

white fur left in the wreckage of an once great city, that never really fell in the first place.

it may oscillate between extremes, but it never falters.

just like her.