twenty-eight february
five : forty p.m.

there's this boy who is very far away and i love him and i'm going to marry him.

and there's this other boy who lives in town and makes art and has a nice voice and shows up in my repeating dream where i have a car and we pick up all my friends from home and drive to new york, listening to selections from the pile of mix tapes in my trunk.

i wish things would happen so i could stop anticipating.

music : trembling blue stars
literature : helicon
fixation : film festival