twenty-six january
twelve : twenty-nine a.m.

i can't stop writing, it seems.

"i miss you," i said, completely out of the blue.

"you don't realize how good it feels for a person like me to hear things like that."

made me smile.

and we talked about human tendencies and formed a team to combat them. i wish i'd talked to him more when i lived at home.

but it's never too late to start.

music : "long singing" by fridge
literature : nothing
fixation : pants; tomorrow