It’s like a ball and chain around your waist or this simple state.
Your mind’s sick again.
I’m tasting nothing but 4 words, please don’t leave me.
And it’s Dark in the winter so your ideas start to sleep
lydia
“its in your blood”
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lydia
“its in your blood”
legit as hell. i hope my living room looks like this someday
allthatshines:<br><br><br>roomforcourt:<br><br>“the shell house”…
have you ever noticed that when we were younger, we never got bored nearly as much as we do now? like, i gues we spent most of our time trying to get to where we were going, or caught up in what was going on around us. especially since none of us really drove back then. now, it kinda seems like we can drive to get wherever we want to, but we forget to think of what to do when we get there. or we just dont ever have anything to do. idk, random nicotine inspired thought from ibis park today.
Old song, but its so good. Just dug it back up.