tigerlily

from an evening of unbelievable fun with
rosemarie two weekends ago. at a electronic music party, where i could have cared less about the music and the too cool for school peeps, she and i ran around in our own little world having a party of our own. there were random paintings on the wall of voltaire, jazmin, debra jean, done by an anonymous artist. no one knew we were being smiled upon by SGs, but us. and for a night i stepped away from my soggy heart, and remembered how many possibilities there are in the world, for laughter and friends, and unexpected fun. everyone wanted to help us take pictures, people wanted to know who those girls were. and we only had eyes for each other and the next available photo op. go read rosemarie's journal, and marvel at her secret and unfathomable beauty.