maybe i'm going places, but what i love the most is bikes and the music you play for me and the sentences you string together
we've sort of all infiltrated each other's lives, and i think it's making something weaving something and when someone pulls we all feel it, too hard and everything is out of balance but not enough and we wonder if you're still there. oh and you are all beautiful.
'be in love with your life every detail of it'
