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two summers ago i went to west virginia with my sisters. i never felt more confused/lost than i did in the old fashion hotel rooms and at the gas stations without soda machines and passing the tinywhite churches without names and the stretches of fields of wildflowers that were only yellow. last summer i went to new york with faye. i never felt more comfortable than i did amid the buzzing silence of the claustrophobia-inducing subway ride from grand central to union square.
this summer my boyfriend's exactly where i want to be.
playing with perfect weather.
talking to bums and buying tweed coats.
being somewhere new without forgetting the old.
standing under the trees from dreams.
eating gelati.
gelati.
bastard.
this summer my boyfriend's exactly where i want to be.
playing with perfect weather.
talking to bums and buying tweed coats.
being somewhere new without forgetting the old.
standing under the trees from dreams.
eating gelati.
gelati.
bastard.