I'm a noun that likes to walk in the grass, the sun and little pleasures like that. I love pandas and getting lost in music. I live for books.
Connossieur.
Question me?
Connossieur.
Question me?
(Source: snowfallsonthecity)
“ The fabric of your flesh, pure as a wedding dress
Until I wrap myself inside your arms I cannot rest
The saints can’t help me now, the ropes have been unbound
I hunt for you with bloodied feet across the hallow’d ground ”