when people don’t shut up about being drunk
me during group projects
On the way to the airport last night. As I was leaving the city, I thought about you. I felt guilty, believing that I had moved on already. You’re supposed to be as faint as the lights outside the window, yet somehow every time i come back you seem to be so close. I don’t know what else to say except that I miss you, and I’m scared I always will.
this show is a work of art