By Justine Johnson - Posted on 26 April 2010

 it’s the miniscule moments that stay in my head like the time when we laid on the couch and talked about what we meant by philosophy; and the time we sat on a couched sill in starbucks and argued about narrative content; and the time when we sat in my hot tub, completely naked buzzing from birthdays. and remember the time when we smoked and went to the movie premiere and had exactly no idea what we were in for? that wasn’t a security guard, that was a man in a white shirt.

hay fields and street walks and the satisfying fizz of water and carbonated drinks.

early early winter mornings and waists and awkward hugs goodbye.

the inspiration isn’t as limited as i once thought.



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