Stayed up all night and now it's just me, the skyline, and absolutely nothing else. If you were on the balcony across from mine, how long before you came over?
Stayed up all night and now it's just me, the skyline, and absolutely nothing else. If you were on the balcony across from mine, how long before you came over?
Apparently competitive hacky sack is a real broadcast event and I took it as a personal challenge — I'm in the park, I'm terrible, and I can't stop laughing at myself. Someone needs to come save me from my own ambition.
The women's Tour de France is on and I couldn't stay in bed — watching them climb like gravity is optional makes me want to get out and ride. Think you could keep up?
The whole field is still vibrating but in here it's just me and the dark and my hands. Tell me where you'd start.
The bass is still rattling through my ribs and I can't tell if I'm sweating from the dancing or the way everyone keeps looking. Not ready to go home — but I might let someone talk me into it.
Just got back from training and the only thing better than the workout high is standing here with nothing on and nowhere to be. What would you do if I left the door unlocked?
The cold water was supposed to cool me down but it did the opposite — now I'm shaking for entirely different reasons. Tell me what you'd do if you heard me through the door.
Forty degrees and I've stopped pretending anything I own would help — the whole city is melting and so am I. What would you do with a girl who's given up on every layer?
Came home still buzzing from the whole night and couldn't get my clothes off fast enough — my hands had ideas of their own. Tell me what you'd do if you walked in right now.
Walked home from the street fair still humming from the drums, and somewhere between the front door and the bed I stopped pretending I wasn't going to take all of it off. The rhythm is still moving through me — tell me where you'd put your hands.