You talk about skeletons in your closet. Well there's a fucking cemetery in mine.
teeth with character, moonlight, simplicity, sealing with a kiss, the smell of bedsheets, letters, anything 80's, pressed lips, diet cola, car rides that go nowhere, anything acoustic, early hours of the morning, nail painting, warm breeze and light rain, daydreaming, romance, lomography, sketching, words from the heart. wornout and tattered hearts, human magnetism, cigarettes and tea.