Soft heart, dangerous mind.
Just a girl with a dream.
I romanticize everything because reality is too harsh. I fall in love with places, with memories that aren’t mine, with men who feel like songs I’ve heard before. America feels like a dream and I’m always chasing it.
California, somewhere in summer
— America’s Sweetheart
I always confuse nostalgia with love. Maybe that’s why I miss things that never really existed. Tonight the air feels heavy, like a promise that won’t be kept.
July 17, late summer
I always confuse nostalgia with love. Maybe that’s why I miss things that never really existed. Tonight the air feels heavy, like a promise that won’t be kept.
July 17, late summer