Brianne Goutal & Mon Gamin
Oh I’ve seen her ride and she’s fantastic
I freaking love both of them. AND HE’S ONLY 15.2.
Anyone wanna talk about how they left a little long and it still loOKS GOOD
holy mother of perfection
"You’re sitting at the bar pounding shots,- he’s your whiskey on the rocks and you can’t say no ; s.m. (via styleshockey)
like you’re trying to erase
the evidence of the week from hell
and the alcohol is the only thing strong enough
to do the job.
You’re 4 shots deep
and everything is out of focus,
but you still feel the sharp edges
of everything that’s gone wrong
pressing against your skin.
He slides into the empty stool beside you,
and when he smiles it’s better
than the best whiskey in existence.
and it could be everything,
or maybe it’s nothing,
because whiskey was never your drink of choice.
His Jack and Coke sloshes over the rim,
drops falling onto your skin.
He’s sweet and dangerous,
like the wine coolers when you were 17 and stupid,
when someone else touched your sheets for the first time.
He’s trying to ask you how you’re doing,
but the whiskey is heavy on your tongue
and you don’t really feel like talking anyways.
It’s like when you were 19 with a red cup in hand,
pretending the boy in front of you
was worthy of a few quick smiles
and flirtatious laughs,
when all you wanted was the boy across the room
to give you a second glance.
The whiskey in your cup is the only constant,
because it always comes back to the one thing
you said you’d never choose to begin with."