I should not post things that are incomplete
but I’ve been listening to The National almost exclusively these past two weeks, and it is eating me alive.

Conversation 16

you know i dreamed about you
for twenty nine years before i saw you 

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that feeling when you’re on a walkie talkie in the zombie apocalypse, flipping through channels, and getting nothing but static. and by chance, someone tunes into the same frequency as you at the perfect moment, and you both hear the first human voice you’ve heard in 76 days (…or 29 years). It is so unexpected, earth-shattering and everything you’ve ever wanted, you’re probably already in love without even knowing it.

that is kind of how i picture chemistry connecting two people.

NB: it’s 4am. I’m delusional. I also have no paint colours other than red so I’m sorry for the unintentional bloodiness. 

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Send me your “What Is.”