A rose on my palms.
(Source: fuckyeahtattoos)
I'm Good To Go For Something Golden.
I just wanna go home :c
I was looking through all of my New York pictures, and I’m feeling extremely nostalgic. I can’t wait to be out of college, so I can spend everyday in that wonderful city.
I don’t even look like this anymore, ignore how terrible I am in these!
Central Park is one of my favorite places ever.
Does he not feel the heat between his body & mine? Is it all me? How can it all be me? It feels like a flat sun trapped between us - pressed like a flower between the pages of a thick book, burning the paper.
