surreal romantic vignettes tainted by limerence and misanthropy. like being up at four in the morning and staring out the window with your phone in your hand, a slip away from leaving a confessional voicemail. smells of menthol and overbearing cologne concealed by dark, oversized clothing. a studio apartment, a tattered couch procured from a free craigslist ad in the corner of the living room complemented by a dry, withering plant.
