LISA iversen
sixteen;july nineth;grade eleven;north surrey
Here's to the nights where the sand is your seat,
the waves kiss your feet, your friends outnumber the stars,
and even the chilliest of nights, are still warmer
than the cold one in your hand.
151 Rum
Pinapple Juice, Malibo, Caribou,
Get Them All Now Make Baby Girl Come
Out Of Her Shell And Raise Hell
Don't Stop Till The Cops Come