i like..

[_holdup]

the way my pen flows freely in my hand when i have nothing to say but everything to tell somebody.

the way i can trace hearts in the margins of my english book oblivious to the future inconvenience it will no doubt cause when i am forced to write notes.
hearts in the margins!
no room for notes.

sending text messages at three am and actually getting a reply in return

taking black and white photographs with a camera that will only work if i ask it nicely



tonight i am letting the smiths sing me to sleep under open windows and a feeling of forever. that. tonight will last forever.
what is tonight?
absolutely nothing. and i like it.