hanged on like a thin thread..
“I hit you and you hit me back
And we fall to the floor
The rest of the day stands still
Fine line between this and that
But when things go wrong, I pretend the past isn’t real
Now I’m trapped in this memory
And I’m left in the wake of the mistake
Slow to react
Even though you’re close to me
You’re still so distant, and I can’t bring you bacK”
(Source: bella4lyfe)
Tell me if its possible.. cause every day holding on is like holding to torn of roses waiting to be appreciated and taken.
(Source: beyondth3stars)
Atmosphere (by mopostal)
Redux
IF everyday scenery is like this… i say its time.
They have no pictures to prove destiny or fate.
tumblr?? water tumbler?