twenty-five january
seven : forty p.m.

i always imagine us living in a small apartment somewhere. we're entertaining. there are a few couples siting in the family room. we're all in our late twenties, and we're all married, and everyone is in love and everything is beautiful.

and then i realize that most people in their twenties probably aren't in love. that we're not going to have lots of in love married couples as friends.

and i guess that's ok, too. it's just not how i imagine it.

music : "to shelia" by the smashing pumpkins
literature : email
fixation : kiss my face soap