You know when you’re talking to someone whilst walking down the corridor, and then someone walks behind you. And that person means everything to you so you want to talk to them instead, yet they’re talking to someone else but you know you want to talk to them and make them smile but you can’t. That makes me sad.
there’s something charming, sometimes, about a bed that sits on the floor. i don’t know why, and i certainly don’t think that it’s inherently telling. but it often gives the impression that maybe a person doesn’t have their shit completely together. i like that.