08 July
The middle of summer was the best time in the summer. Especially at night. Her hair blew behind her carelessly. Singing along to all the Mac DeMarco and Spendtime Palace songs coming out of the radio aux for the whole world to hear. Dancing under the stars that were now visible without the convertible roof. His eyes, his beautiful, black eyes watched the road ahead of him, his hands gripped to the steering wheel, a smile on his face.
Nowhere better to be.
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wHO EVEN WROTE THIS?!?!
oh wait i did, sorry
i'm literally obsessed with there artists
