No Worries
No Worries
Let me wake up next to you, have coffee in the morning and wander through the city with your hand in mine, and I’ll be happy for the rest of my fucked up little life. Charlotte Eriksson, Empty Roads & Broken Bottles: in Search for The Great Perhaps (via raysofthesun)

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