INVISIBLE_kings

Rebel w/o a cause.
Poet w/o a rhyme
Artist without a paint brush
Prisoner of my own mind.
humansofnewyork:

“We were laying in bed just the other night, looking at the ceiling, and I said: ‘You know, it’s been thirty years, and it’s never felt worn. There’s never been a sense of tiredness with you.’”

humansofnewyork:

“We were laying in bed just the other night, looking at the ceiling, and I said: ‘You know, it’s been thirty years, and it’s never felt worn. There’s never been a sense of tiredness with you.’”

(via stfusmd)

Remix. 
Colourful Money edition.

Remix.
Colourful Money edition.