Jul 15, 2016
It's so strange to think of where we are at 18, where we thought we'd be at eighteen, when we even thought we'd make it this far. I'm sitting on a balcony filled with sunshine and bones and candles and smoke and watching the rain lit up against the dying half of the day. We've always been treading water but sometimes there's a breath of air. We won't be eighteen going on extinct much longer.