eight may
twelve : eighteen p.m.

we stayed up forever. and i'm not so scared anymore.

"i like playing with you." pinned my hands above my head. "..but i like you for more than just playing."

and a few years from now. to california japan playing guitars on the street so we can eat.

"i think my parents might kill me."

"they won't be able to catch you."




listen : "back on top" by songs : ohia