Lay with me

[ruedeminuit]

everyone likes the first really cold sunday night.
i like it more spending it with someone.
leftovers are crowding the fridge still.
leftovers are crowding me still.
things i want to say to people are irrelevant now.
they have been since may.
and october.
january as well.
"come here" in my voice is like earmuffs in old school.[you wouldnt get it but its damn funny]
my car smells like free linen airfresheners.
damien rice is dope like whoa.
remembering your voice in the attic reminds me of why God gave us the emotion of pure and utter sadness.
marvelous.
-caitlin