i wanted to cancel all my weekend plans to sit on the couch and eat popcorn, but i decided it'd be better to just fucking go anyway. there's so much time for me to hangout at home alone, i should enjoy the times i can see my friends
lived there alone for 3 months. read a lot of books, met a lot of interesting people, and took many bad pics on my digital camera which broke the moment i went back home
there's something so intimate about being on public transport together: thighs touching on the narrow seats, quiet words drowned out by the noise of the vehicle, sharing earbuds.
