twenty-four february
ten : thirty-seven p.m.

"he was driving me home, and he had his left hand on top of the steering wheel kinda loosely, and his other hand on the bottom right part of it. the wheel was between his pointer and middle fingers on his right hand..and he just looked so nice."

"i love those moments. and you just think, 'god. he's mine.'"

music : the weakerthans
literature : spilling open; application
fixation : cookies