I hope you made it through December
Lydia, 19
the sight of a thousand stars peppered across the black canvas of a sky (the constellations, the galaxies and the star clusters), the smell of books and rain, and hair freshly showered, empty buses on a rainy day, the sound of Justin Vernon serenading me after 2AM, and silence - always the silence that resonates when the world is deep in slumber, handwritten letters from the post, busy city streets permeating with people, languages, syntaxes and anything linguistic, the excitement for developed film, Murakami, Plath and maybe a little bit of Foer, magical bands like Club 8, Acid House Kings, Bon Iver and Lydia
the sight of a thousand stars peppered across the black canvas of a sky (the constellations, the galaxies and the star clusters), the smell of books and rain, and hair freshly showered, empty buses on a rainy day, the sound of Justin Vernon serenading me after 2AM, and silence - always the silence that resonates when the world is deep in slumber, handwritten letters from the post, busy city streets permeating with people, languages, syntaxes and anything linguistic, the excitement for developed film, Murakami, Plath and maybe a little bit of Foer, magical bands like Club 8, Acid House Kings, Bon Iver and Lydia