January 2011
the-sweetest-sadness:
Pure.
thoughtsandwhatnots-js:
Before the sun rises and the sky screams dusk, you can feel an innocence and purity that otherwise isn’t around. When this town has yet to awake, there is a split second of sincerity in an insincere metropolis. It is beautiful. It is brief.
The quietest people have the loudest minds.
