i've been feeling like shit for a while and i thought "hey lets redraw this cozy art of lance from 3 years ago"... but then smile turned into a grin, bc "i'm trying my best but it's not working and i know it's only in my head"... welp yeah, angst i guess. feeling like your not good enough is the worst. there are times when you are proud of yourself but then are also days when u just, just don't wanna exist bc of that.
woah, it turned out really sad, didn't mean that. BUT good things, SUMMER STARTED! ♡(> ਊ <)♡
“Eddie.” You pull the strap of your bag further up your shoulder. Carrying two towels and a bottle of sunscreen big enough to last you the next decade is making your arm feel like it’s going to drop off onto his doorstep. “You can’t wear all black.”
“What else am I supposed to wear?” He shrugs and moves to close the door behind him, his keys making a jingling sound between his fingers.
“Something that won’t give you heatstroke!” You already have your whole day planned out perfectly. First, you’ll go buy drinks cold enough to give you both permanent brain freeze. After that, you’ll drive to the lake listening to your new tapes at the highest volume possible without breaking Eddie's ancient radio. As soon as you arrive you’ll both go swimming and take turns trying to dunk each other's heads under the water. Nowhere in there is reserved for a hospital visit, if there was there’d be no time for ice cream with extra sprinkles.
“I’m not going to get heatstroke.” Eddie pulls his keys out the door now that he’s locked it, then places a clumsy kiss on the side of your head. “I’m perfectly cold.”
“You’re not because you’ve got your hair up.” You follow him down towards the van, scrunching your face when he opens the door and it makes an unpleasant creaking noise. Sometimes he seems to forget you know him better than anyone else, like the back of your hand. “The only time you tie your hair up is if you’re hot or you’re concentrating.”
“Or because you think I look handsome with it like this.” When you open the car door, Eddie holds his hand out for you to pass over your bag. It makes a heavy thudding noise when he places it down into the footwell.
“Don’t try and be cute about it.” You get in and close the door beside you with a loud bang. If you were honest, not being able to compliment Eddie to prove a point is like having an itch you can’t scratch. Practically unbearable. “I can’t get attached to someone who’s about to die via overheating.”
Eddie turns his keys in the ignition as he speaks. “Well, you’ve failed with that already.”
I just want to wish all Northern Hemisphere bloggers a lovely summer and I hope those of you who wish to have lots of fun and warmth on sunshine are able to enjoy every second of it (while wearing sunscreen, eating ice cream, fruit and drinking water). I hope you can cope well with the heat if you have any sensibility, and that even if you prefer the winter, you have a great summer with lovely things happening for you! 💛🌻🌱🌷
I live on the Southern Hemisphere, so for now I will be getting a little chilly (just a little though, don't worry!).