April 5, 2010

I missed your skin when you were east. You clicked your heels and wished for me.

“ It was your hair that did it; it was your hair that lit the fuse, a golden brown halo, like sunlight peering through trees. I ask you for the time, but I am asking for so much more. A moth to your light bulb, you made my heart beat faster bloc party, halo

We are already missing you.