Halloween let go of me but the calendar didn't — Wynwood's ofrenda trail runs all week and I'm already halfway into my first-ever Catrina face. Tell me you'd walk all fourteen altars with me.
Halloween let go of me but the calendar didn't — Wynwood's ofrenda trail runs all week and I'm already halfway into my first-ever Catrina face. Tell me you'd walk all fourteen altars with me.
Horns still on, costume only half off, and Club Space doesn't quit until the sun does — Halloweek deserves a proper ending. Tell me you'd be my second wind.
The glitter won this year — half of it is staying on until further notice. Tell me you'd still come closer with one sparkly eye.
Gordo takes over E11EVEN tonight and I'm somehow still at the mirror with zero decisions made. Tell me which one you'd let me leave the house in.
The haunted carnival goes till midnight and my devil costume is already more honest than I planned for. Tell me you'd still walk me through the scare house like this.
Started the Halloween makeup way too early and now I'm just standing in the kitchen like this with half a face on. Tell me what you'd do if you walked in right now.
Three costume changes in and I still have nothing to wear for Halloween. Tell me you wouldn't complain if I showed up like this.
Bad Gyal is at the Fillmore tonight, so the afternoon belongs to this balcony and whatever tan I can finish before the outfit gets picked. Tell me you'd be handling the sunscreen.
Chayanne isn't until tonight and sleep gave up on me somewhere after midnight, so now I'm exactly like this and thinking things I should not be thinking alone. Stay up with me instead.
Churchill's has a whole punk lineup tonight and apparently the dress code is destroy something first. The fishnets never stood a chance — tell me you'd finish the job.