— Francois de la Rochefoucauld
A boy left his bike chained to a tree when he went away to war in 1914. He never returned, leaving the tree no choice but to grow...
A morning-glory at my window
Submitted by nessastooshort
fuckyeaheyegasms: night flight (via psychofun)
reminds me of the wide highways of New Territories.
Is this LA? Its got to be LA. God I miss that town so much.
fuckyeaheyegasms:
reminds me of the wide highways of New Territories.