Money’s just something you throw
Off the back of a train
Got a head full of lightning
A hat full of rain
And I know that I said
I’d never do it again
And I love you pretty baby
But I always take the long way home
I'm Molly. 18.
Young at heart and old in soul.
Mentally, I think, I'm the spiritual 8 year old that lives inside most middle-aged men.
This blog generally consists of things that amuse or delight me, and putting my inner ramblings into words.
Also, if you were wondering, the title is an anagram of my full name :)
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