"The Patron Saint of Lonely Nights"
dont you miss the simple times. simple games, going to grandmas, having cookies and coloring books. go places with your mom and not be embarrased. have those long summers were everything felt beautiful and nothing could ruin your days. when all your friends were good kids and you would play kickball, dont u miss playing the really old game systems and watching baby cartoons. dont u wish it could all come back and anyone who died could just come back. dont u wish that could all happen again.
I’m no teenage icon, I’m no Frankie Avalon. I’m nobody’s hero.
pictures from the lighthouse last summer that i really like