mr. subdolous

collection of a 17-year-old's angst; findings of lyrics, quotes, and photography; and a bit of wisdom, pain, and joy.

“And the phone is always dead to me, so I can’t tell you the temperature is dropping and it feels like. It’s colder than it ought to be in March and I still got a day or two ahead of me till I’ll be heading home, into your arms again.”
— Dashboard Confessional
1 year ago
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