“call me anytime that you see the lightning / don't you be alone, you can always find me” — raging, kygo and kodaline
&. ji nee / @pcrkjinee​ event: st patrick’s festival. location: the temple bar.
It was a bad decision to have followed the whims of an invitation she hadn’t been expecting, and stone cold sober in a crowd of drunken Angelenos who fancied that they could outdrink the Irish, Chloé had come to realise that she needed a drink. Or thirty. Whatever would kill her faster. She had managed to fight her way to the bar before she had been caught, surrounded by camera flashes picking out an easy target separated from the herd — wasn’t this a private event? — and she swore, holding up her lukewarm Guinness as a shield, struggling to breathe. “Motherfucker! Leave me alone, fuck off!”
