Music. The right kind of music that propels you to move, to feel, to engage. And right now Bastille is really fulfilling that purpose. Thank you, Bastille. Shh don't tell anyone I just said this. Ayana would blame me for spoiling more of her "things" ("Bastille used to be an Ayana things *pout*." Kk qtp.)
Warm mug of milo + oats after a long, unsurprisingly draining day of school.
Things that are not normal:
That jolt of shallow excitement, deliberate arrangements. The temporary nuzzling of light-headed emptiness, like a drug and the strings that a drug would pull.
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