i really want someone else's jeans to feel as normal to me as my own. to sit too close to someone on the couch. i don't want someone to kiss on new year's, just the rest of the year. i miss leaving someone's house and catching that first familiar scent of hair or perfume or laundry detergent..
i had a really enjoyable new year's. fun but still low-key.
secretly more of this: i would have rather cozied up in a booth, or a nook, or a sofa, or a blanket..)
this light is so obvious