This Is How It Works...

you're young until you're not, you love until you don't, you try until you can't, you laugh until you cry, you cry until you laugh, and everyone must breathe, until their dying breath

I am Lyndsey. I am 21. I'm shit at explaining things.
I like Regina Spektor, making chilli con carne, nostalgia, and those nights out that can only be pieced together by photos. I'm also a massive sap.

Kristen is wearing mostly scarves, and I felt Tumblr deserved to see this. She wasn’t so enthusiastic about the idea: “Lyndsey, I am not a fucking whore, I do not sell my scarved body on Tumblr”.
Hey, when you come into my room you leave yourself liable to such exposure.

Kristen is wearing mostly scarves, and I felt Tumblr deserved to see this. She wasn’t so enthusiastic about the idea: “Lyndsey, I am not a fucking whore, I do not sell my scarved body on Tumblr”.

Hey, when you come into my room you leave yourself liable to such exposure.