Roads? Where We’re Going We Don’t Need Roads! | Honor Bright
You hold my heart in the palm of your hand.
I want you to know, I’m falling harder for you.
Every year, unknowingly, we pass the anniversary of our future death.
this post fucked me up
did Delilah ever say what it’s like in new york city???
reblog if ur a dragon who is having a little bit of a hard time typing with your giant talons