I'm wide awake, it's morning

Keep Holding On

3x11 // 2x16 parallels


luckypressure V

Yeah there’s a million voices
Screaming that this love’s a dead end road
But the only voice that I hear
Is telling me go, telling me go 
The sun is rising sober 
While passion fades and I’m on my own 
My helpless heart’s hungover
I’m all out of hope, all out of hope
Where do we go, where do we go