Arcadia, u absolute shithole of a town, why do i always end up finding comfort in ur plainness? mayb
Arcadia, u absolute shithole of a town, why do i always end up finding comfort in ur plainness? maybe it’s because u radiate everything i don’t and it makes for an interesting contrast. sometimes i have no fucking idea where “home” actually is…but my favorite hippie snapping pretty pictures and shyly gushing about our future together comes pretty close..