theresnoplacebackhome:

I’m forever blowing bubbles,
pretty bubbles in the air.
They fly so high, they reach the sky,
and like my dreams, they fade and die.

theresnoplacebackhome:

I’m forever blowing bubbles,

pretty bubbles in the air.

They fly so high, they reach the sky,

and like my dreams, they fade and die.

(Source: theres-no-place-back-home)


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