the sunlit skies call out my name once more.

lost everytime the sun turns orange.

I have packed my bags once more, but if you whisper my name to the wind, I will tell you where I have drifted off. You can tell me secret, a confession, anything. I'm still all ears.

I have kept pent-up feelings and let it out here, in forms of words and photos and everything else.
Oct 14
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Leaving is always hard when you’ve things to hold on to.

hey-insomia:

Now every word of every song
I ever heard that made me wanna stay
Is what’s playing through the in-flight radio,
And I am, finally waking up

- Bruised ( Jack’s Mannequin )