june 8, 1984. how apt.

it's a place where smoke hovers and sorrows bleed. a place where one can go to dwell amongst the lost.

they were miles and miles apart, with a promise of forever.

a rebel. a label. a girl.

he had made mistakes because once, he was lost. but now she's the one that's lost, and all he's trying to do is help her be found.

the scribbled down thoughts of a girl who's utterly lost. a girl who's begging for anyone to save her, but really it's a certain someone she's wishing for.

"music washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life." {a collection of one-shots based on songs}

❝tomorrow, is the first blank page of a 365 page book. write a good one.❞ four pairs. one night. a new year.

"what did you do while i was away?" he asked. and she never answered, until now.

i have feelings i can't explain. all i know, is that they're because of you.