Coffee. Cookie. Newspaper. by ~
SilviaSometimes on
deviantART Languid Saturday nights, rolling into Sunday mornings. Soft clicks and taps well past midnight. It's living life through pixel screens and smiling with people on the other side of the world. Small sips of dark liquid with chins resting in the palm of your hand. It's black and white; it's black and white, and I can barely tell the difference between the sunrise and sunset these days.
"Still too young to fail, too scared to sail away..."
- Chocolates and Cigarettes // Angus and Julia Stone
I'm the furthest thing from a writer.