I’m eating canned peach in candlelight while listening to José González, and instead of it being really, really late, it’s actually rather early. For once. Good morning.

I used to eat roses, thought that they would make me beatiful, and they did, I suppose.. He is just what it says on the tin, but I’ll always be scared of heights. The saddest part of a broken heart isn’t the ending as much as the start, but we’ll collect the moments one by one, ‘cause I guess that’s how the future’s done. Stumbling a little, a gentleman will walk but never run. Lights will guide you home, but I won’t go, I won’t sleep, I would have stayed up with you all night, had I known how to save a life. The takeover, the sweeping insensitivity of this still life. People moving all the time, inside a perfect straight line, but it’s such a perfect day. It’s such a perfect day.