— that's a nice touch, stains in the night, whiskey kisses for everyone.

in this handmade heaven I come alive

♛ i carry along a feel of unease i want to belong like the birds in the trees i sit on my own look over the town the skyscrapers glow like they'll never fall down (c) rogers

old shoes, old roads-
the questions keep being new ones.
like two negative numbers multiplied by rain
into oranges and olives.

--- And i promise,

I swear to god, your laughter is someone's saving grace. hold on tight baby, the sun is coming for you.