street lights changing our skin tones from purple to red to yellow, the wind rustling through our hair and we forget to think. singing along to a song I don’t know, we can’t even hear each other throwing our heads back laughing until we cry.
Something stops in this moment, maybe the stars, maybe the people waiting for the bus who are staring as we drive by. But something stops and I realize this is it.
This is the last of my childhood, I’m living in the end of my youth and I’m only 20. After I leave this place, I’m going to another with trains and people I don’t know and I feel a bit like I’m disappearing. This is my greatest trick and it happens all the time.
"I wish I knew you longer!" is my favourite and least favourite sentence.
love how kids introduce themselves like “hello im johnny im five years old i know how to read” yeah cool i didnt ask for your life story asshole