"the low lights mingled with the haze of cigarette smoke after the party had cleared out - leather jackets when we ran out to your car, scattered remains of costumes on the floor, make up smearing and smudged as the night perpetuates, bowls of candy half empty, crowded kitchens as it howls outside - all night. and i was sitting on a chair talking about nothing at 3 AM with erika, zac, and a kid i'd never met before, woozy from the late (or early?) hour but it was curiously comfortable."
-MY FAVORITE PEOPLE CRAMMED INTO ONE SMALL HOUSE / r.h.b. / October 2014