This afternoon-perhaps on account of music-I perceived that I must slack off occasionally, or what is the good in being alive?
This led to a conversation with her, and this was how it went:
“I wonder whether you ever think about yourself?”
“Why, I think of nothing else!”
“I almost think you forget you’re a girl.”
“I’m 21. That is not so wildly girlish.”
*shit, I love her!
Current music: I surrender (Celine Dion)
Current mood: tranquil.
August and I
5 years ago
