calculate like prose | an evening wasted like the...
broken social scene.
humanskin: & the wind-up bird chronicle.
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i feel like i haven’t written to you in ages, dear friend. i have been quiet and distant. i feel like im in some sort of strange state where my heart & mind are fully functioning, yet my body won’t respond. i feel trapped within. i feel anxious. i feel… i don’t know what. smiling at everyone - i…
You’re the cool of the water, you’re the start of the summer. You keep me still...– Conor Oberst (via blua)