On the run (July 24)
Self actualizing. (High as fuck)
My body has bruises from where your words touched me
If she only wants you, don’t worry about who wants her
Years of love have been forgot, in the hatred of a minute.
|—||Edgar Allan Poe (via drunkblogging)|
Had a face like an angel but inside my heart was as black as a broke movie screen.
|—||Lana Del Rey (via hazelhirao)|