2.21.12
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I’d like to fall asleep to the beat of you breathing in a room near a truckstop on a highway somewhere. You are a radio. You are an open door. I am a faulty string of blue Christmas lights. You swim through frequencies. You let that stranger in, as I’m blinking off and on and off again.
My Favourite Chords - The Weakerthans
The summer after grade 10 and all our shenanigans…
(Source: penny-rollins)