Lovers went MIA.
I’m never on here anymore, barely being content with my certain actions lately.
Some days I want to wake up and be beautiful but the mirror says different.
I’m slowly turning my life into an acoustic album played on repeat.
Follow the wonderwheel..
In 1933, a girl dressed all in blue came to Willoughby, Ohio on a Greyhound bus. She stayed the night in a boarding house before spending the next day greeting everyone with heartfelt warmth. At the end of the day, she saw the train to New York approach, dropped her cases, sprinted for the track, was hit by the train and died of her injuries. No one knew her name for 60 years, yet 3,000 people attended her funeral. And no one will ever know if it was an accident or suicide.
"March 4th, the only day that is also a sentence"