17. New York's my town. Tea's my drink. Lonely.

more-than-a-black-blog:

numbkid:

"And if you’re still breathing, you’re the lucky ones. ‘Cause most of us are heaving through corrupted lungs.”
Daughter - Youth


In love with this song
darksoul-s:

high-on-daisies:

pretty isn’t everything, right?โ˜†

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bepsiboy:

idreaminwords:

That is the opening of a portal to another dimension and you cannot tell me otherwise

really cos um. im pretty sure thats a lightning guy riding a lightning horse???
nucleor:

 

nucleor:

(โ— โ—กโ— )
DON’T FRICKIN SELF PROMOTE 
just-relatable:

want more relatable?
glitthery:

jakfruit:

My friends all lined up on the roof, just minutes before Seattle’s annual firework show.


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