(Source: metal-knife)
I feel like listening to Beach House. Riding carousels and Ferris wheels. Lying in the grass. And getting lost in the woods. Happiness only real when shared.
(Source: s-i-l-e-n-c-i-a-r-s-e)
(via fuckyeahannakarina)
When you feel so much, it hurts.
A stomach full of beers, a stomach
full of fears.
Cheers, to the inevitable heartbreak.
(Source: alexisinit)
