twenty-six march
eight : fifty-nine p.m.

i forgot that these songs were on here.

days over the summer while he sat on the plane and read my copy of my favorite book and wrote me letters about it. how he related so much. how he wished the last page held all the answers.

i didn't want to get like this - reminiscent and sad and hopeless. but i'm too insecure to avoid it.

music : "asleep" by the smiths; "our way to fall" by yo la tengo; "i'll catch you" (live) by tguk
literature : nothing
fixation : sweaters; moby