: notes to self :

what now, love?





camera obscura || let's get out of this country

Let’s get out of this country
I’ll admit I am bored with me
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We’ll pick berries and recline
Let’s hit the road dear friend of mine
Wave goodbye to our thankless jobs
We’ll drive for miles maybe never turn off
We’ll find a cathedral city you can be handsome I’ll be pretty
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