nineteen march
twelve : oh-two a.m.

my heart feels like it is going to burst out of my chest.

just yesterday i was upset that i'd never hear his voice live. that i'd never see his face while he sang my favorite words.

and now. they're playing a show. his "much anticipated return."

and i have tickets.

music : bright eyes (!!!!!)
literature : anthem by ayn rand
fixation : may sixteenth