holed up in their room, nothing but the sound of soft breathing and a pen scratching across the pages of her song journal.
ღ 𝒈𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓 .ᐟ retweeted
like a person falling from the fiftieth floor, admiring the flowers on the balconies they pass by on their way to death.
dawson.xn--6ii/ what if i brought back abby… i miss my himbo

























