Chanel Camryn, Daisy Lavoy |link| Guide

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Chanel’s hand stopped mid-wave. “What?” chanel camryn, daisy lavoy

Daisy scrolled dramatically, then tapped her phone. A lo-fi beat filled the car—soft piano, distant rain sounds. Chanel raised an eyebrow. but make it vibey. “You know

Later, they drove until the stars came out. Chanel didn’t mention the other Polaroid in her bag—the one she’d taken last week, of Daisy asleep in the passenger seat, mouth open, mixtape title scrawled on the bottom in sharpie: sad, but make it vibey. ” Daisy said quietly

“You know,” Daisy said quietly, not looking at her, “I applied to the conservatory in Chicago.”