Let me wake up next to you, have coffee in the morning and wander through the city with your hand in mine, and I’ll be happy for the rest of my fucked up little life.
Charlotte Eriksson, Empty Roads & Broken Bottles; in search for The Great Perhaps. 

(Source: 13neighbors)

















Drugs become addictive the day you decide to use it to fill the gaps in your heart instead of using it for short entertainment.
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