or is it aesthetically pleasing to shuffle dance around with messy hair, cuffed jeans and a baggy tucked-in t-shirt
to close the curtains and pretend like it's summer and you're in a north italian village where there is an elio and an oliver and there is love.
to also think of harry potter soundtracks and be so nerdy you know exactly where the song playing in your head is in the movie (dumbledore's army). and end up trying to paint the scene but you fail miserably and just randomly start shuffle dancing again to observe the way your cuffed jeans move to the music in your head.
when you sit down to try and write down the moment in your yellow notebook and suddenly you want either summer and skating, or a cup of tea and a warm sweater. and of course that reminds me of sweater weather.
YOU ARE READING
poems and very short, short stories
Randomhere is some stuff i have written. comment if you get the references or if you can relate to the weird things i write.
