| 16 | mexico
i cry over my
and mcr in general. i drink too much coffee and read even more.
(i will wait for you.)
in my heart i believe in us
if satan screams out loud, and violence is the only sound... when the engines come sqealing, demons reeling... the dance ground, just a mask among the crowd. you need to hold tight to whatever gets you through the night.
June 16, 2013 // 5 notes
✎ ☁ write me something cute ｡◠‿◠｡
that made me happy thank u mel ilysm