bus, club, another club, another club, plane, next place, no sleep

dropping your pistachio ice cream in a pile of dirt and eating it anyway (imagine you're a worm and this is a good thing)

your lover's sweat mixing with your own, the smells of your night out soaking into the sheets

creamy soybeans, umami jasmine, and sweet amber cooked down into a delicious, dark syrup

the essence of a raincloud forming in the distance

spooky potpourri in a fancy funeral home

eating a laced candy apple at the carnival but still managing to have a great time (even though it's kinda scary)

coming in from rolling around in your grandparents' garden and sitting yourself in front of the tv with a brand new toy