- February 14 2011 | 39 Notes - Read More →
something dies when you grow older, but you do the best you can (my future tattoo…)
When we were kids,...the sun to which my eyes could not adjust.
gold, a normal flame. I am not anything
i just want to help people around the world. i love music on vinyl, brand new, foreign currency, cold grass, and simple arithmetic.
i'm brianna, nice to meet you.
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