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most beautiful night of my young adult life last night. in truth. we had the most beautiful dynamic, buzz, we were a unit, a family the whole time - we wrote on eachothers bodies and looked out for eachother and held hands and gave hardcore back breakers while dripping water on eachothers chests and were comfortable and called ourselves 'busbabyband.'
this was the most beautiful experience of ecstasy i've ever had. kate, keith, sock and me.
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This has been, if you've been reading, possibly the most entirely beautiful week of my life. No matter what happens now it's sealed safe in memories. It's like: when you've smoked you first cigarette and you know you still have nine left... I'm getting out of here to go lie on the grass and look at clouds.
"the pills were pink diamonds, with dust and they were so... tribal. we were marching home together, rambling about the city all looking out for one another really intensly. we tried to come up with a trouble word by playing word association. and for a while we though busbaby until that became the name of us as a unit. busbabyband.
busbabyband went to my house which is a perfect gaff and we all had our shirts off and were giving eachother extreme backbreakers and sprinkling water over eachother. and we went out the back and we were all smoking. and me and sock wrote on eachother "these times" on his face and "dizzy girl" on my back. "those times dizzy girl." it was so tribal, so... lion pride. So insular and so close. It was so beautiful.
walking home I was holding socks hand and then he was like "I need to be free a sec" and keith was all "andy - give me that fuckin hand man!" and we all walked home as a unit."
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