maybe, you’re gonna be the one that saves me.



Assalamualaikum w.b.t.

This song reminds me of nights in 2007. The cold England wind like a knife against my cheek. The taste of Ready Salted Walkers crisps. Shingle beaches. Fogs. My sister’s red pram. Climbing trees in Hyde Park. Pink journals. The tube. Feeling annoyed that I didn’t get to ride on the London Eye OR double deckers. Jacqueline Wilson novels. The heaters radiating warmth. The fear of moths and other strange bugs creeping into the hotels we stayed in — well, they were trying to escape the cold as much as we did. 

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