Untouched ✞: Archive

Untouched ✞

February 2012

“Isn’t this exactly where you’d like me I’m exactly where you’d like me, you...”

– Panic! At The Disco. (via negativejoe)

shesanargonaut: I miss sunshine held between the breath of two palm tree lungs, the scorching call of rubber upon asphalt, the taste of smog flavored kisses on skyscraper lips as orange buses scrape along a waiting spine. (The sun shines in between the buildings...