Is grinding your butt on a couch while listening to Ke$ha considered a hobby?
The realest shit I’ll ever reblog.
The Lonely Life | City and Colour [The Hurry And The Harm]
“What if we became strangers?
Would you notice my face in a crowd?
And could you hear the sorrow in my voice?
Helplessly, crying your name out loud.”
This is too perfect.