Cab Money - : endlessly.

: endlessly.

symphonysoldier:

there’s a shop down the street
where they sell plastic rings
for a quarter a piece
i swear it…
no it’s not what you think,
not like gold in your dreams
but i hope that you’ll
still wear it.

yeah, ink may stain my skin
and my jeans may all be ripped.
i’m not perfect
but i’m perfect for…

(Source: symphonysoldier)

Found via symphonysoldier. Posted Sunday, January 16th, at 11:53 PM (∞).

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