LucifersJester

Summer will always remind me of hot, sweltering nights spent drinking sangria, through the dripping fairy lights of your bedroom window. A sticky, starry sky looked back at us, the glow of the moon almost golden in the heat. Fourteen meant we weren't growing up fast enough and a liquor cabinet key seemed to hold the answer to that problem. You taught me how to drink that night. (You also showed me how beautiful it was to just hold your breath till your head spins and reality seems like it is going to fade further and further away.) - Six summers ago I met a boy who liked to tell me how much like summer I was. He was big boned and thin ski