(charlene) · 15/06/2010 09:11 pm by Bron
platonic fail.
you’ve got yourself in a fine mess now
you’re either absolutely mad or you are joking
I’m crying so close to you darling,
we’re naked and laughing, you shine on my battery
[bjork]
you pull me onto the couch. friends, and occasional lovers – if the weather is right. Berger and Blomkvist. Except, I’m not married, you don’t smoke, and neither of us are Swedish. so not really at all. at most, this is all we will ever be. and now you are moving again.
It still amazes me how different we are. how easy everything seems to you (to me).
(I have always adored your witty mouth)
