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Press 4 if you miss me

The grey in this city is too much to bare

my friends are up in mountains and i'm drowning in lakes

Beach House

they spend the summer getting clean

I will go when you ask me to

And I'm losing friends

I string the words together softly

♥ waiting for Marina

Wild flowers crushed between your fingers

Sunshine with a chance of Rain

mid July mood

And we got four more days 'til Friday

Island of Freedom

e-n-d

YOU'RE A HOLE IN THE WALL

summer is gone

Letters to Effy N. 2

Summertime Sadness

and right before your eyes I'm aching