I am California bones, broken.

We are loves lost.
Memories made.
Cities engraved into our souls.
People we dream of being.

Geraldine.25.
Just an old soul trapped in a young body, trying to survive in southern california
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backbitela:

@arcadey in the holy grail of vintage Harley thermals, coming soon (cause apparently we’re fucking insane these days) 🍻🔫🔥 #backbite #harleydavidson (at Wrong Side of the Tracks )

backbitela:

@arcadey in the holy grail of vintage Harley thermals, coming soon (cause apparently we’re fucking insane these days) 🍻🔫🔥 #backbite #harleydavidson (at Wrong Side of the Tracks )

October by Robert Frost

darksilenceinsuburbia:

O hushed October morning mild,
Thy leaves have ripened to the fall;
Tomorrow’s wind, if it be wild,
Should waste them all.
The crows above the forest call;
Tomorrow they may form and go.
O hushed October morning mild,
Begin the hours of this day slow.
Make the day seem to us less brief.

Rain on roof outside window, gray light, deep covers and warm blankets. Rain and nip of autumn in air; nostalgia, itch to work better and bigger. That crisp edge of autumn.

The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath, 26 August 1956 in Paris (via barecontact)

(Source: lovingsylvia, via sons-of-suns)