This is a hopeless place.

This is my world, my mind. Dreams are frequent. Failure is unavoidable. Love always wins.

I’ve been looking out of a window for eighteen years, dreaming about what I might feel like when those lights rise in the sky. What if it’s not everything I dreamed it would be?

(Source: laurel-castillo, via arie-ll)


If i ever see any of you in public, the code is


that way we know we’re from tumblr without revealing anything

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