Kristina, 22. East Coast. "Tonight, there are people here who are in love, who are touching each other for the first time. It is beautiful like demolition. In the flashing lights, we turn our faces upward, our cheeks so shiny that our tears could be mistaken for glitter." @sleepykristina
I went into the desert to forget about you. But the sand was the color of your hair. The desert sky was the color of your eyes. There was nowhere I could go that wouldn’t be you.