(Source: feelafraid)
Tracks
(Source: minuteslikealasso)
But that’s the wonderful thing about foreign travel, suddenly you are five years old again. You can’t read anything, you have only the most basic sense of how things work, you can’t even reliably cross the street without endangering your life. Your whole existence becomes a series of interesting guesses.
(Source: cold-winter-days)
(Source: sussurrar-me)
before you fall in love with me,
let me tell you that I smoke too
many cigarettes, and I would
rather watch the moon on a
Saturday night than go out and
get drunk at expensive bars with
people that don’t give a damn about me.
let me tell you that I am yesterday’s
paper throw in the garbage, unread.
I am not a romantic midnight walk
down by the park, or everlasting
roses that never wilt. I am not a
gracious ocean, but rather a humid,
filthy swamp. so before you fall in
love with me, run.
(Source: shilku)
(Source: prettie-sweet)
(Source: craving-to-escape)
That’s who you really like. The people you can think out loud in front of.
(Source: naniithran)
(Source: kushandwizdom)
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