i had a little too much fun snapchatting at target today…
lots and flickering fluorescent lights.
In the places that bustled like a city
slowly folding, you buried yourself,
not knowing you were digging your
own grave. It was made out of a
string of windows that weren’t yours
to look through, a soft map of skin
that wasn’t yours to travel.
Shelby Asquith (via exahele)