twenty-six february
ten : oh-five p.m.

their voices are so similar.

something scribbled earlier this evening :

"i like that my bed and walls are covered with tapestries, and that it smells like blueberry muffins when i walk into the room. i like the oversized xmas lights in the windows and the pile of pillows in the corner. i like that the water from the sinks gets so hot that steam soaks my skin. i like that there are photographs and monoprints in every drawer, and plastic dinosaurs on the window ledge. i like that i can sit here and listen to a spray-painted tape and dream about a tall, skinny boy in red pants that i'll still be friends with years from now."

music : the desaparecidos
literature : math book; helicon
fixation : pajamas