all the wicked little children

I always loved the idea of the girl with mangled fishnets who dumped the entire contents of her purse onto the pavement at two in the morning, and pawed through it beneath the late-night lamplight to fix her streaking makeup. This summer I like Brigitte Bardot hair, and rough & tumble Americana. 

[Coco De Coeur Wasted Youth]

dancing & fighting

Kicking midsummer gloom straight in the face. Late nights at the beach. Music shimmying its way out of the rolled-down windows of our car. Sleeves that are too long for our arms. Lighting incense for everyone we ever knew. Lying on the rug and spinning stories. Taking advantage of the weightlessness that comes with plunging straight into the water.