i came home last night to find you in the bath. walked in to a humidifier. you've got your drinks, your smokes, you've got your memories all stored up in the brain box that quietly scans each piece of data, compresses, stores, with reassuring hum and beep. you've got these thoughts you take out and look at when it's been time enough, when time enough has passed. sometimes i come in to where you're not. it's not you there, or if it is, it's a you i never met, being so young whenever it was. you tell me, i was crazy.
you tell me, i was crazy about her.
neon indian - should have taken acid with you
gold panda - quitters raga
photo: youknow505
(music via fantastic weapon and tsuradio)
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