Forever.Lost
Friend: There's nothing worse than death.
Me: Final seasons.
Me: Post-concert depression.
Me: When there's no food.
Me: Fictional characters dying.
Me: Hipster blogs.
Me: Crying over bands.
Me: When ships aren't canon.
Friend: ...
tell me what your hands were made for
tell them who your mouth was made for

tell me what your hands were made for

tell them who your mouth was made for

l’amour

l’amour

Take it slowTake it easy on meShed some lightShed some light on things

Take it slow
Take it easy on me
Shed some light
Shed some light on things