one april
twelve : forty-five a.m.

i want this to be my summer :

"how did this happen? such a perfect day and unexplainable new feeling. how did this happen? two contented shapes entwined under the trees. nothing prepares you for such an endless dream to pour itself on you. and the world swelled around us, and there was brilliant light, but we were far more radiant. and it is in this light we are lost. the scent of summer in our hair, and laying on our bed of grass, with pleasure thick and sticking to the air." : bright eyes

music : sorry about dresden
literature : nothing
fixation : months