9:50 p.m. - 2018-02-19
twohundredeightythree
i had a dude in high school, he lived in a different town to me. every so often i'd take the three hour bus trip to see him.
this was the days of the discman; i had a set lineup of albums for the trip. there i'd be, often alone and at night, and for company would be self titled (elliott smith), turn on the bright lights (interpol), still (nin) and i see a darkness (bonnie "prince" billy). every time.
there's no wonder that relationship was doomed, huh. hindsight is a wonderful thing.
[touched :: vast]
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