Owlrepublic
It's 1977, I'm terrible at lighting matches, my lighter doesn't work, and everybody around me has a story I can't be stoned for. That's the reason I don't smoke, 2/3 of them are excuses and 1/3 of them is the truth.
It's 1977 and my life is happening so fast. Boys don't understand why exfoliating is important, David Bowie has been putting out albums at the speed of light, and the girls at the beach are so pretty.
It's 1977 and I'm just Stella de la Cruz, just listening to Space Oddity over and over, just watching the people live their lives and by some great happenstance, something happens to me- like nothing ever does.