(Source: xsofia, via di-vine)

"These boots will be enough to get me home in one piece. I exhale, breathe the air, smoke trail got me thinking bout the reason I’m here… cause I’m only nineteen but my mind is old, Sydneysider heatwave to Minnesota cold. Cold like the streets of the Cross where underagers litter the pavement, this ain’t “Paradise”, it’s “Innocence Lost"

(Source: thisismyatelier, via mslilith)

“Cause what’s life but a journey of bus fares and train rides, long days late nights, kick snares and bass lines, hearts broken and tears shed, good times spent with dear friends from sunrise down to sunset…”
“Summer sun on my windowsill I sit and think and wonder… you know that I miss you still though we were never lovers.”
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