Why I do this.
You know those moments during the wee hours, when you are listening to Bill Evans or The Blue Nile, and you close your eyes, or you look out of your hotel window at the quietly glistening streets, or you lean your head against the lolling bus window; and you feel like you’re in a world that you don’t want to leave?
This is Arms Were Youth.
(Source: sosuperawesome, via littletalesofomega-deactivated2)
