(via sabino)

these are the best moments at a party: when you step aside for a cigarette and find yourself for too long wrapped in conversation with someone whose conversation makes your eyes feel toobright and your heart do double-time because you are just so in sync (nevermind the gin lubricant) and you keep talking until the night air makes your words nothing but indistinguishable teeth-chatter.  and you probably run into them at school a few weeks later, but neither of you have the courage - or desire - to do anything but nod.