Cold Coffee

Scarlett

she was adventurous but loved her quiet sunday mornings. her favorite animal was a donkey, and she had no explanation why. in her life, she has broken 8 bones, 3 at the same time. she dances around as her fuzzy socks at 2 am almost ritually every morning. she can eat as many peppermints in 5 minutes as most people can eat in their lifetime. her taste in music depends on her outfit of the day, rock for black and denim, indie for sweaters and high socks, and taylor swift when she's wearing yoga pants and a t-shirt. some days she shows us to my house in electric blue mascara and bright purple lipstick, other days; no makeup at all. she walks like thunder and kisses like rain. she eats pretzels like they're her life line. she drinks her coffee cold, not even ice coffee, just cold. coffee. the girl fucking drinks her room temperature. she is possibly the most unique collection of star dust i have ever had the grace to lay my eyes upon; and i fucking love this girl.