god damn you.
i woke up to your scent today.
and your words.
shit, your words.


YOUR SCENT + YOUR WORDS = .

it will be the last greatest equation formulated by man. it is the period that replaces all question marks. it is the song you wake up to one morning and it's suddenly December and you're certain it IS December.

i don't wanna move a muscle today.

let's stay in bed.

or get out of here.