We lay on our backs, looking at the ceiling and wondering what God had wrought when he made life so sad.
Jack Kerouac (via crooked-vulture)
Lana
Bruges, Belgium
nineteen
- pieces of scents that bring back memories of how it used to be -
"Our battered suitcases were piled on the sidewalk again; we had longer ways to go.
But no matter, the road is life."
Bruges, Belgium
nineteen
- pieces of scents that bring back memories of how it used to be -
"Our battered suitcases were piled on the sidewalk again; we had longer ways to go.
But no matter, the road is life."
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