I don’t want to be here anymore.
you could kill a man in any of these dresses, and pretty sure no jury would convict you. those are killing-men dresses, that’s what i’m saying
You deserve a conscious lover. Someone who will not only know your favorite color or flower, but when to offer words in your rage, or the strongest embrace when no words will do.
You deserve a conscious lover. Someone who will not only work with you but for you. Work for your happiness when you’ve forgotten how to create it.. work for your smile when your lips won’t curve.
You, my dear, deserve a conscious lover that couldn’t imagine being anything else.
Why me, why? Why is this bothering me? Why can’t this feeling just go away already? Oh my gosh I wish everything could just leave me alone :(
MGMT at Coachella 2014, Day 2. (source)
Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind - 2004