i want you.
I was raised up believing I was somehow unique Like a snowflake distinct among...– fleet foxes- ‘helplessness blues’
“and in the point between the rain outside and hanging suspended in the air with the room around you spinning. you’ll find the time if you need it. 2,500 miles apart and i never saw it clearer. we’ve prayed for moments like this: little sparks, little hits from someone else’s god. how hanging out of a 15th-storey window has never felt so relaxing. bring out the real...
(will you) become apart of my everything?