the sun sunk into the hills like melting butter, they kept the bus running with duct tape and prayers and wrote soulful text beneath the stars that walked backwards into oblivion
hannah, 19, castles in the sky, the september sessions, isabel lucas, lou doillon, angus stone, perfume, late nights, early mornings, coffee, surfing, photography, film, ryan heywood, concerts, summer nights, fire, tea, outside, nature, mac, gastronomy, markets, sleeping, rain, bondi, guitar, road trips, camera, parties, beach, bruises, travel, india, chile, egypt, cuba, peru, brazil, columbia, turkey, mexico, asia, bali, nepal, sri lanka, russia, new york, los angeles
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