High on Summertime
I'm Monica. 20 years young. I am the beachcomber.



Do you see me standing there?
The cool breeze blowing through my locks
The crunch of the white sand, soft beneath my feet.
In between my toes.
A light kiss from the ocean's foam saying "I love you."
The sun bathing me in its warm rays.
And that is how I know, this is the place I am meant to be.
But will you join me?


We can live like Jack and Sally if we want.

(Source: poison-hedera, via nothinglefttolose)

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