been thinking about how the perfect evening is just a worn-out vinyl, something braising on low heat, and the sound of rain outside. no one telling you to turn it down or asking what's for dinner. just quiet and your own rhythm.
been thinking about how the perfect evening is just a worn-out vinyl, something braising on low heat, and the sound of rain outside. no one telling you to turn it down or asking what's for dinner. just quiet and your own rhythm.