a great number of different scenarios or situations play in my head for unexplained reasons when I listen to The 1975. waves crashing against big rocks on soft sand at night. a car speeding down an empty road, challenging the wind to catch up. pink lace lingerie in the shade of strawberry milk. sitting in front of the one who holds your heart and pretending you are not afraid - neither saying a word. girls in uniforms, laughing as they run from absolutely nothing but it doesn't matter because they're running away together. cold fingers on heated thighs for the first time, shaky. getting high and then crying, because your parents wouldn't believe what they're looking at if they were looking at you right now. wearing the same clothes for 3 days and not wiping last night's makeup off when you get to work because you don't have the energy to do things the right way. dew in the morning grass, while it's still cold outside and the fog rests gently. maybe that's why they are not a preference of mine: they are all the beautiful things that I can't even imagine myself living.
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The Quiet Things That No One Ever Knows.
De TodoA collection of short stories and prose written by yours truly.
