Melpomene

I can’t wait to be really old and go “back in my day we had real music” and then play Cola by Lana Del Rey

I always thought I hated my name until I heard you say it.

Hold me tight and call me yours

I watch the road disappear behind us in the rearview mirror. the sun is setting and hitting your sunglasses. over the music we play, you tell me your favourite stories. we’re not sure where we’re going, but we’re not scared anymore.

*opens tumblr in public* whoopss titties

We gazed upon the forbidden beans and were punished for it.

Inner peace is the new success.

I just want to know how it feels to have our fingers intertwined and your skin against mine

I’d love to be a something to you

we are a generation of sleepy lovers, of big-hearted rebels, of tired fighters. we are a generation worn out, but unwilling to back down.

How could you NOT fall in love with the glow of the moon and stars, the warmth of the sun, the ancient life within the trees, and the sweet melodies of the winds?