All those little things he whispered in my ear, both of us straining to hear over the music, the sounds of people drinking and dancing, ten stories up on the roof top over looking downtown. All the going places, I cant wait to take you theres, the subtle little promises for the future. You must have actually done these things with her. I bet you bought her gorgeous presents. Do you think about those memories when you took me out to dinner? Did her eyes flash at you when you told me how much you would love to spoil me rotten?
A lesser girl would have fallen for you whispers, the way you brushed the hair off of my shoulder so you could rub your had across my neck. A lesser girl would have been so charmed and smitten by your good morning texts. By the way you kissed me and held my hand, promising me little things that I knew you had no intention of fulfilling.
Its a good thing that I never believe a word a man tells me when I’m wearing my steel grey dress.
Its a good thing that my jeans hold my secrets in their pockets. That my five inch heeled black and silver sandals are just high enough to keep my head where it needs to be. That I can play your games just as well as you can.
That I never believe a word you tell me when I wear my hot pink lipstick.
Burberry wool trench
Bahia Honda bridge, 1938.
(via Florida Keys—Public Libraries on Flickr)
In Your Atmosphere (live)- John Mayer
by nikolay krusser
salty air // j viewz ft. noa lembersky
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