obseo:
I hate knowing that there are parts of me that someone else will always own.
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exquisite—when you find that perfectly hazy summer music to fit those hazy summer lights you see walking on a hazy summer night. notes reverberate and lights glow. blurry music for blurry sights, lost in the mugginess, without a clarifying chill.
lights lights lights, i seem to have an obsession with them.