eightyi think i was born in the wrong era
eludestolen kisses. starry skies. silent suburbs. blurry nights. secret love confessions to your hair while you sleep.
elusivesaying the wrong things. silent sadness. hearing the sound of your heart break.
elysianplaces that make you feel safe. magical moments. damp autumn streets.
enflamethey say i'm self-destructive, so i burn their house down and dance in the flames.
ephemeralsounds that take you back. sounds that take you forward. sounds that are forever.
euphoricdance; freestyle, slow, like no one else is watching. keep on dancing.
evokescreaming and shouting, but in gucci. let the feelings rise.
exacthot days, mellow nights. partying with all your might.
exclusiverunning the red lights. planning revenge. letting someone else take the fall. passionate psychos.
jack“you: the one who occupy my heart, my thoughts, my soul, my every breath.”
that carroadtrips to nowhere; running away in hopes of stumbling upon new beginnings; longing for home yet never looking back.