we're guna stay 18 forever

 

saturday night saw four friends taking a little hop skip and jump back in time. dancing and spinning through a night dusted only lightly with a nostalgic glitter, making it blur softly around the edges.

there was margaritas and the lemon and the lime made me bite my lip and immediately crave the sugar that was dripping down the glass. we chatted through smoke and kept bad balance on our heels whilst lighting our cigarettes and smudging lipstick over pouted lips.

that night, it felt like we were all very much younger, not caring that the music was making us dance like we were from the 60's and not even noticing until the morning after, the dirt from the floor smeared across our ankles.

love and all that jazz x