use my bed if you think life will cut your head.

the stranger from valentines day was here.
owen. he left this morning.
he's endearing when he's not silent, but why do i get so terrified when i may have found what i need?

"you're mind-fucked", was clik's comment today at band prac.







i think it's when i hear the words with fastening attachment in their melody that my skin starts crawling. i just want to appreciate shit and stop being so difficult. if i let him go i'll realize how much i could have treasured him but if i stay i'll just feel cornered.

we played music (or, he did), cooked (i can't cook so i watched), slept (well, i couldn't really sleep), drank wine and talked about life and beliefs. i think i liked it, but i guess you can't just unfuck something.


'bef & the trees' will be playing tomorrow at 99.9 fm between 14:00-16:00