assuredly i will be reborn in the womb of a jackal
sleeping, napping, dreaming, feeling colours and light, making magic, holding hands, hiding in my hair, over-analysing absolutely every infinitesimal detail, reading books, watching films, falling in love with unobtainable dandy gay violinists, generally being a bit decadent, accidentally flirting with everyone and their parents, taking snapshots of you doing really boring things in pretty light, reliving my most humbling moments over and over and over
