one march
ten : thirty p.m.

"lately i've been wishing i had one desire, something that would make me never want another, something that would make it so that nothing matters; all would be clear then."

he's supposed to be the unattainable boy. and, to some extent, he is.

but not enough to deter either of us.

music : "a perfect sonnet" by bright eyes
literature : nothing
fixation : dance party