the bittersweet and the skins

"Grey light, new day leaks through the window
And some old soul song comes on the alarm clock radio
We walk the forty blocks to the middle
Of the place we heard where everything would be "

Plans of paper, paper and pens, incenses, Bright eyes.
These elements made me ignore my math-studying. I have my exam on friday and I know that as long as my room smells like wildberries and as long as the blank paper stay blank, I probably won't do what I should do. Unless it's exactly what I'm doing