Random + Words.

He doesn't believe the words I say. To him, they're just words. I don't believe the words he says. To me, they're just words.

Where do we meet? Where is the middle?

Am I beginning to allow myself to hope again?


Random: R, S and I are hitting the road today. We're driving up to San Francisco for a concert going on tonight. The Wallpapers are supposed to be amazing live. We'll be making our way back to LA like travelling happy gypsies, stopping wherever, possibly wine-tasting, causing some delicious trouble along the coast... It feels like this is exactly what I need right now: Fresh air and my girls.

See you all on Monday!

*Currently listening to Going in Circles by The Friends of Distinction*