#thinking about jazz

[sailor-sux]

me when,.. me when the lady is invisible…. in times square… straight up nostalgiaing it…. mingus mingus ah ummmm erm

[charlesiumchumbo]

sometimes I get in such a way where I can Only think about one or two things and thats All I want to talk about so I'm doing this near constant internal tug-of-war between giving myself fully to The Beast and trying (failing) to be normal and talk about things other people want to talk about

[onereallygoodlambonastick]

after classes, during lunch: kaoru is turned around in his seat, facing sen, face propped up only by a hand. his other hand is midway across the desk, tapping, playing imaginary keys. his eyes are closed. silence is a sound. sen watches as kaoru’s fingers falter, slowing until they come to a tentative rest, and kaoru’s head drops a little to the side, asleep. sen reaches out his hand, turns kaoru’s palm up. it’s as warm as he remembers.