“this is a place where i don’t feel alone,
this is a place where i feel at home.”

this fantastic mess.
dirty little whirlwind, i'm pinned to the heart of your swirl.
“this is a place where i don’t feel alone,
this is a place where i feel at home.”
it is 3:21 am.
i went to bed at around 12:30, fell asleep and then woke up feeling inexplicably lonely, –
:like the whole wide world is full of happy people but nobody knows my name.
and all i’m looking for is a hand to hold but nobody reaches out.
and all i want is a pair of eyes to stare at me just because i’m there,
– and maybe the warmth of a kiss on a shared bed.
i still haven’t found anything here.
this is going to be playing at some point on the road to montreal, driving towards my first taste of university – driving towards the rest of my life.
it’ll be in the nighttime, when things are sleepy and all i’ll see when i look outside are the fields passing by, the skies and the stars and the dark.
obsessions – marina and the diamonds
my cover of florence and the machine’s ‘blinding.’
HOW AM I STILL SICK? IT’S BEEN, LIKE, A WEEK.
my cover of florence and the machine’s ‘blinding.’
HOW AM I STILL SICK? IT’S BEEN, LIKE, A WEEK.
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mr. hudson ft. kanye west – supernova
i find it really catchy…