six august
ten : twenty-nine p.m.

your voice is so sweet over the phone.

i walked over to pick up the movie.

"you can't come into my room. it's terrible." but you led me back there anyway. and your mattress (still covered in sheets blankets records) was on the floor, your bed frame naked in the corner.

"what are you doing?"

"i..don't know. moving."




listen : quadrophenia