kvsper:

weeeeeee

augustation:

Nick Gentry

paxmachina:

David Walker - Paris

Chicago, August, I will fucking be there.

throwbacksongs:

Oasis - Wonderwall

I miss you already sweet boy. I can’t believe you’re gone. 

burnitdownwithyourfantasy:

Broken vs the Way We Were Born - Emarosa

Where to now? Drifting his body. Cutting you down, and I can’t pretend. His eyes don’t burn, no, in your skin. Now all I see is the filth, in the hands of another man. His face in my thoughts, my words become lost, and no longer make sense.