" that last kiss.. was like a dontwanttoletgo kiss"

"i could feel it."

t i m e l i m i t s (can't we just pretend they don't exist ?)

there's only so much time (in between) that i can handle.

i didn't realise you meant 'ever after'

how can you hope for fulfilment in thirty minutes.
how can you hope for enough.

i'm listening to everything that reminds me of you
because that, amongst the tiny scribbles on crushed pieces of paper,
get me through all of this.

how can i hope to get across what i'm trying to say?

'right now' is code word for 'all the time'

we're getting used to the idea of mortality.
we're getting used to the idea of magic.
we're getting used to the idea of realism.
we're getting used to the idea of infancy.
we're getting used to the idea of intimacy.
we're getting used to the idea of a benevolent being watching over us all.
we're getting used to the idea of missed birthday parties (we really wanted to be at).
we're getting used to the idea of cola lollies.
we're getting used to the idea of 'team red.'
we're getting used to the idea of life never being the same.
we're getting used to the idea of being and not being.
we're getting used to the idea of contradiction.
we're getting used to the idea of musical lives.
we're getting used to the idea of auto-saving.
we're getting used to the idea of late-night phone calls that make us smile.
we're getting used to the idea of too loud music.
we're getting used to the idea of never accomplishing anything.
we're getting used to the idea of overpriced perfume.
we're getting used to the idea of too tight clothes.
we're getting used to the idea of seeing but never believing.
we're getting used to the idea of notes on coloured paper.
we're getting used to the idea of incredible invitations.
we're getting used to the idea of locks.
we're getting used to the idea of trivial conversations.
we're getting used to the idea of (meaningful) conversations.
we're getting used to the idea of new lenses.
we're getting used to the idea of posing for photos.
we're getting used to the idea of green bows on black paper.
we're getting used to the idea of love like.










i kinda need you right now.