Notes
a mix for running away to home with the sister of your heart.
long drives at night, city lights reflecting against the windows; cheap motel rooms and broken heaters, cuddling up underneath blankets and sharing a thermos of tea; reading poetry aloud to each other on the edge of bridges and buildings and adventures. huddling in old coats outside of coffee shops, and pooling money to buy a hot drink to share.
(we can always make it together, baby.)
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