LOUIS CORNACCHIA ∞

If you like big cities, dogs, and handsome men, you've come to the right place.
 
Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red.
by Kait Rokowski (via ryarrs)
 

"You know that point in your life when you realize the house you grew up in isn’t really your home anymore? All of a sudden even though you have some place where you put your shit, that idea of home is gone."