what is there to say. i'm nothing to write home about. i am a pawn trapped in the war, the smell right before it rains. i am just passing through this place; trying to leave my mark in an unmark-able world.
A friend’s doubting mother after a church service recently. (via tallerthanlions)
Chris Cleave, Incendiary (via larmoyante)
Azra.T (via daydreaming-with-coffee)
A.Y // who are you? (i don’t know)