If there is only one good thing to have come out of 8 hour study sessions, then it is this:
My library is increasing at a rate of about 5 albums per week, and that's only because I'm running through most of them at about that pace. It's the only thing that's keeping me sane. My aunt, to me, this afternoon: "Are you dreaming or are you thinking?" she asks, and I pretend not to hear her. The windows are thrown open in front of me and it's a beautiful day out, but I'm shut behind a table, chin on hand, staring at the sky.
And if my parents are crying /then I'll dig a tunnel / from my window to yours
And escape.






