"He kissed my lips gently, closing his eyes and pulling my waist towards him. This kiss was soft and he tasted like sex and vodka. We just kinda stood there, on the lamp-lit sidewalk at 12:53pm on a warm night, gently kissing and soaking up each other's love."

"You like him don't you?" My little sister says suddenly. "What no i don't like him, he's my best friend," I reply unconvincingly "Even if he's your best friend doesn't mean you can't like him. Besides I see the way you look at him." Her smile growing bigger. I nudge her playfully. "Whatever it's progress." I say smiling at her. ¡WARNING! Triggers of abuse and violence (not a lot)

inspired by the wild ft. alessia cara music video. we find each other in the margins we create, under street lights & on street corners. the spaces we forge together become sacred & safe, our very own microcosm. we can indulge in this feeling even though we've been taught not to, & we hold hands & we dance & we kiss. this is our chosen family.