I want to be   f   r   e   e.

colinodonorgasm:

I’ve been looking out of a window for eighteen years,
         dreaming about what I might feel like
                  when those lights rise in the sky.
                               what if it’s not everything I dreamed it would be?

“If I could grow wings, I could fly. Only people can’t grow wings,” he say’s.
“Real or not real?”
“Real,” I say. “But people don’t need wings to s u r v i v e.”
M o c k i n g j a y s    d o.”

when-extremes-meet:

am i a bad person

Take the blame off your back, it’s a burden you don’t own.

thefaultinourstars-scrapbook:

Idea: Melissa | Art: Kari S.