incolore


(by Joe Curtin)
(by Joe Curtin)
(by Joe Curtin)

i guess this is home after all. i woke up last week with a careless mind and lost memory but i found the morning drugs in my pockets and together with the whiskey i was fixed again. there’s still no place like home, no matter how much i hate the sound of that on some nights

askaboutnikki:

perfect

i can’t call this a home anymore

2.365 (by teva.)
(by sophia schultz)

maybe i took so many people’s feelings into account that i forgot all about my own

 (by Alexander Duvall)
melancholle:

Emil Randulv (by Hilda Randulv)
(by alison scarpulla)
voldy92:

(by candelabrum)

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