mollysander ;; paper crowns
for summer (narrowskies)
hold on to spinning around, confetti falls to the ground
When she thinks of him, she thinks of cotton candy flavoured kisses and sand in her shoes; she thinks off all those butterflies that would make their homes' in her stomach whenever he'd flash her that sloppy smile of his.
She can still remember how it felt to lay beside him underneath the stars, her bright red hair clashing with his dirty blonde hair, as his hand would 'accidentally' brush hers several times.
Last summer, they ruled the world with their paper crowns and I can do anything attitudes. But every rein has to come to an end, even the great one's. And those cracks in the castle they had worked ohso hard to built up were beginning to become fatal.
But still, for a single, brilliant, flashing, throbbing moment, they ruled the world.
may these memories break our fall