possessionless: Wild horses I wanna be like you, throwing caution to the wind, I'll run free too.

I know we became those who we said we would never be. I know we have become the next victims, wrapped up in this world with the one-way door. Once you’re in, there’s hardly a way out. I know time has washed away our innocent souls, shed away our innocent faces. I’m sorry our changes are…
must.stop.reblogging.all.of.lovebaaaby