— xo, a girl who’s still unpacking sand from her suitcase
They don’t tell you about the end of a Girlvania Summer. When the air gets that first crisp edge. When the tank tops get traded for hoodies. When the boy with the sea-salt smile drives away for college. girlvania summer lust
So here’s to the Girlvania Summer. Here’s to the sweaty palms, the porch lights left on, the kiss that tasted like watermelon vape and cheap tequila. — xo, a girl who’s still unpacking sand
Sun-Drenched & Heart-Fluttering: The Lingering Magic of a “Girlvania Summer Lust” the porch lights left on