Month: August 2017

In most recent history, my favorite nights are the ones when we stayed in with lights dimmed low, our current favorites on a loud speaker, and $11 bottles of wine. I’d wear a pair of Calvin’s and he’d wear some hoodie he’s had since college and we found love in the space between the poetic lyrics and soul-shattering musical arrangements that will always resonate with some deep, dark part of who we were before us, and now, and the shallow, lukewarm pool of emotion that we’ve grown used to.

-tbrumm