Pour me a heavy dose of atmosphere.

Cristina.

I trip over my own two feet looking backwards, and though I fall and I stumble and I wander; I wonder would you stay and stargaze with me?






(Read, judge, stalk, whatever you want. This is for me.)

monalogue:

… and how in the hell for that brief moment you could think that you were that happy.

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