Sofia
nobody breaks my heart.
arabella’s got a seventies head, but she's a modern lover, it’s an exploration, she's made of outer space, and her lips are like the galaxy's edge and her kiss the color of a constellation falling into place.
my days end best when this sunset gets itself behind that little lady sitting on the passenger side, it’s much less picturesque without her catching the light, the horizon tries but it's just not as kind on the eyes as arabella.