twenty-five august
ten : forty-five p.m.

i've been thinking that maybe you're not as innocent as i thought you were. maybe i didn't know you as well as we both thought i did.

they invited me. and i couldn't go because i had to spend time with my brother sister father overly-dramatic, critital mother. and the whole time i was wishing that i was in his apartment, drinking from plastic cups or hand-me-down wine glasses, fitting in and falling asleep.




listen : "subversive sound" by t(i)nc