twenty-eight june
eleven : twenty-nine p.m.

some secrets are mine to keep.

"i have these stars on my ceiling that i put up in fifth grade..and i guess now the glue is wearing thin. and at least every night, i find a star on the floor. i think when the last one falls, i will be officially grown up. the moon fell about two weeks ago.."

and i feel like i'm just pushing him closer and closer to it. picking stars off the ceiling.




listen : "a song to pass the time" by bright eyes; mineral