(no subject)
he was just another boy in another bar only this time he tasted of cinnamon
& he said that alcohol would be the death of me, that this addiction would infect my soul.
i said nothing. my fingers danced through the air, wordlessly calling over the barman.
"i'll have another vodka and coke," i said. "and no ice."
& he said that alcohol would be the death of me, that this addiction would infect my soul.
i said nothing. my fingers danced through the air, wordlessly calling over the barman.
"i'll have another vodka and coke," i said. "and no ice."