please don't give away the ending

there's something about cleaning on sunday. organizing. rearranging. tucking everything in its right place. the scent of windex and comet. the buzz of the vacuum. laundry. mentally preparing for a great week. laying out outfits, underwear, overnight bag. printing itineraries, compiling itineraries, mapping the way to favorite spots in other cities. making playlists for an audience of one resonating sweetly against an empty house.

and this song is on repeat. think blonde redhead but dirtier, gritter. and way hotter. ume's from houston, and this song's like a dream you can't tell anyone about the next morning because it's so convoluted, so obscene, so tender. it's the encapsulation of every great sex record.

ume
wake
urgent sea
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