The lights are out and the words have gone.

qvotable:

“I hope to arrive to my death late, in love, and a little drunk.”

— Atticus

dirtgirl1999:

how we act alone when we don’t feel like we have witnesses.. that is the genuine self.. me walking around my room punching the air talking to myself in a bad southern accent, that’s ME baby. you’re never going to know me like i know me. haha.

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