brightlightsloudnoises:

if i don’t remember
lifting
the bottle
on my back
and laying next to you,
our feet pointed at the ceiling
and then up
at the smoky arm of the
milky way
beyond that,
the radio
stuck between stations,
ourselves stuck between jobs,
hangovers,
and other, more important
and better lovers,

our…

10:13 am  •  1 September 2012  •  43 notes