12pm: you’re a teenager in 2015 and it’s 12 and youre past your curfew. these songs play as you drink WKD blue whilst dancing with people from school you never spoke to
2am: its 2am; the barrier between night and morning. 2am is like a cosy blanket, and you’re awake with tea feeling like you’re the only person in the world awake
4am: you can’t sleep. you don’t know why, but the street lamp outside your window has turned off and all you see in the pitch black of your room is the stars. you’ve never felt so alone
6pm: coming home to soft music, the smell of a candle, a coffee waiting and a hug













