superman is dead

mayday parade.
rowan.
eighteen.
Who needs friend, I got my biscuit

Who needs friend, I got my biscuit

It feels good to think about you when I’m warm in bed. I feel as if you’re curled up there beside me, fast asleep. And I think how great it would be if it were true.

—Haruki Murakami (via hellanne)

(via shemakesme-fearless)