from the road.

Flames and smoke
Climbed out of every window
And disappeared With everything that you held dear
But you shed not a single tear
For the things that you didn't need Because you knew you were finally free.

brand new day.

Most kind of stories
Save the best part for last.
And most stories have a hero who finds
You make your past your past.

This cycle never ends. / Gotta fall in order to mend.

It's a brand new day.
For the first time in a long time.
I know I'll be okay.

postsecret.

grier caroline parrott.
this post is for you.
& all of the secrets that the booth
@ monterreys holds.
2nd one on the left.