ten february
eleven : oh-three p.m.

i've had it on repeat all night. coming through the headphones. i know how you feel when you hear him (or maybe it's not the same).

everyone is asleep and i am leaning against my bed, just talking and thinking, and if i never had to do anything again i'd be perfectly content.

music : "something vague" by bright eyes
literature : poems for the millennium
fixation : goddard, perhaps?