fourteen february
eleven : thirteen p.m.

i don't have anything to say. there's just no one else to talk to.

it has to be the songs. it has to. i don't have any other reason to be feeling like this.

i need a hug more than ever. and not fro mjust anyone.

music : "a spindle, a darkness, a fever, and a necklace" by bright eyes..
literature : nothing
fixation : snuggling