he says your name out loud, in miniature rooms where no one's found; it's a desperate sound. you're on the distant shore! and he wants to tell you stories, stories of boys who stomped their feet, saying, "shut, shut up—I am dreaming of places where lovers have wings."

A B C D E

writing / ask


  1. tiahui reblogged this from technicoloring and added:
    Berkeley is beautiful when its not kicking your ass !
  2. slmart11 reblogged this from misstristin
  3. misstristin reblogged this from technicoloring and added:
    God, I miss Cal. SO FUCKING MUCH. I miss walking everywhere even in the sideways rain. I miss the no-chain food
  4. technicoloring posted this
theme