Sunday, June 13, 2010
Warm summer nights make me want to be rebellious. They make me want to skinny dip or light off big fireworks. They make me want to lay on a blanket under the stars and imagine what I will be when I grow up. They bring me back to a place when I was beautiful and crazy, confident and adventurous; when I had all the doors available to become any of a bazillion versions of myself. They bring me back to a place when I believed that life could have a nicely tied package of happy ending, instead of the complicated ups and downs that are somehow more satisfying than that package could ever be. They make me want to be that girl that just wanted to have a little fun without worrying about the consequences.