twenty-six june
one : nineteen a.m.

we drove and listened to new cursive and new bright eyes and old bright eyes and bad recordings of his band in a basement.

and he held my hand as we walked through baltimore, and we told secrets in the windy back seat of his friend's car, and we admired the orange, foggy moon through the windshield of his truck.

new best friend, come back tomorrow.




listen : cursive