...And there it was. Downtown. Lights on buildings and everything that makes you wonder. Sam sat down and started laughing. Patrick started laughing. I started laughing. And in that moment, I swear we were infinite. [Reader, writer, painter, dreamer, time-waster. I would like to be able to gently drift in and out of existence when I want to. Jess, Australia.]
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I mean yes, we’re sinking, but the music is exceptional.

Jess, sixteen, Australia. Rainy nights, beautiful words and an ever-changing state of mind. I’m probably too sarcastic and maaaybe a little bit awkward sometimes and I prefer winter when it’s summer and summer when it’s winter and that pretty much sums me up.

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Irefutably in love with Tegan and Sara, the Amity Affliction, poetry, and all things artistic. Rainy afternoons, Bon Iver, horror movies, the Hunger Games, and Brand New. Radical Face, Niki & The Dove, Fleet Foxes, D.R.U.G.S, Architects, the Getaway Plan, Angus and Julia Stone, Gotye, (some) dubstep, Pierce the Veil, the Jezebels, The xx, Parkway Drive, Bright Eyes, Warpaint, Blue Octopber, Mumford and Sons, A Day To Remember. Octopi, foxes, beautiful people, contentment, Studio Ghibli films and Mariska Haggarty :~)
I used to be 27wolves and seventwentywolves.

she had blue skin 
and so did he.
he kept it hid
and so did she.
they searched for blue
their whole life through
then passed right by
and never knew. 
- ‘Masks’ by Shel Silverstein.