so we imagine a darkness where all shapes divide, solids changing into light
last day of classes~~
(now how i remember you,
how i would push my fingers through
your mouth to make those muscles move
that made your voice so smooth and sweet)
that song really never gets old.
i have a bright eyes line stuck in my head that has been there since yesterday and I think I've been making it worse instead of better like I intended, by posting a humungous sign of it on my wall by the computer: "Like a dream they came to cure the fever of my brain."
also I was informed by my roommate that my handwriting is creepy.
a weird feeling has settled into my ribcage-area over the last few days, i feel kind of worried, i think. i don't like the ends of things.
(now how i remember you,
how i would push my fingers through
your mouth to make those muscles move
that made your voice so smooth and sweet)
that song really never gets old.
i have a bright eyes line stuck in my head that has been there since yesterday and I think I've been making it worse instead of better like I intended, by posting a humungous sign of it on my wall by the computer: "Like a dream they came to cure the fever of my brain."
also I was informed by my roommate that my handwriting is creepy.
a weird feeling has settled into my ribcage-area over the last few days, i feel kind of worried, i think. i don't like the ends of things.