Haven’t slept a wink
I walk the floor and watch the door
And in between I drink
Black Coffee (via vintageilike)
Someone asked me what home was and all I could think of were the stars on the tip of your tongue, the flowers sprouting from your mouth, the roots entwined in the gaps between your fingers, the ocean echoing inside of your ribcage.
Time to find some leather leggings & heavy knits. Bring it on, Aritzia.
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