The air in London smells like burning embers.. Fire.. Heat..Like November .. I always loved that smell. Reminds me of my childhood.

"Are we dating? Are we fucking?
Are we best friends? Are we something in between that?"

Wise words from Gambino (via hefuckin)

(Source: rachbuttt, via tae-motherfuckin-dreams)

Could you please leave me alone, I already know I ain’t worth shit.