i wear
this sweater for four years. at this point, my tastes have changed and i wouldn’t usually wear something like this today.. if it wasn’t for the fact that this sweater holds more memories than any other artifact in my life. its stained and ill-fitting, yet there is love behind this sweater. there is a story behind this sweater that either takes too long to tell or is couldn’t translate well through words… so for these reasons, i wear it. i lose it sometimes, but it always manages to come back to me. one day, i hope it shares a parallel with a love i used to have for the owner. 4 years of being lost, in hopes that i can come home and find it in my bed.
had a dream last night
where an entire relationship took place. i woke up and in the few seconds before i was fully awake, i remembered exactly how love felt again.
when this weather leaves
i just might have to leave with it.
don’t think i could do another winter, ever. its been too beautiful out.
three weeks of fun, one week of shit. three weeks of shit, one week of fun. usually how my months go.
”..and thats when i realized there was more to life than just powerchords” drunk 4am convo with max.. before we got naked in a field and ran
nostalgia
‘the boy who dressed in second hand clothes, for his fate he’ll never know’
