I love who I am today.
if i kiss you where it’s sore, will you feel better, will you feel...
I miss playing my piano. I don’t know who I’ve become. It’s so dumb to sit here and blame it all on you, but it’s true. I sit here imagining me being happy and the first image in my damn head is me spinning and then running on the beach, and you…stopping me, catching me, knocking me down and smiling right on my lips without kissing me. God, I was so happy. So damn...
I don’t love you anymore… I hate the way you smell… the way...– Brenda Bartlett, Lymelife
lovebug: Oh oh I want some more Oh oh what are...
It’s weird that in a place so huge and so full of strangers, I feel at home. The airport is the only place I can be fine by myself.
I always thought good photos were like good jokes. If you have to explain it, it...– (via acoolerversionofyourself)
burnoutstars: Broken Social Scene - Anthems For...
Every time I meet someone I’m actually interested in, not only opposite sex, I ask them to tell me something, something that actually means something to them. I guess I make situations awkward but I really just want to know what’s on this person’s mind, what drives them. I’m looking for something weird, something quirky, something honest and real. I hate small talk more...
I cried like I hadn’t in a while watching Dear John, not because of the lovers, but because of the father-son relationship. Makes me want to have one of those long conversations my dad starts to which he always forgets to mention his points. I think I’ll miss those the most when he’s gone.
What you lookin’ at? You’re all a bunch of fuckin’ assholes....– Tony Montana
Spoon - The Way We Get By.
Park that car, drop that phone, sleep on the floor, dream about me. Park that car, drop that phone, sleep on the floor, dream about me. Park that car, drop that phone, sleep on the floor, dream about me. Park that car, drop that phone, sleep on the floor, dream about me. Park that car, drop that phone, sleep on the floor, dream about me. Park that car, drop that phone, sleep on the floor,...
Pee-wee: There's a lotta things about me you don't know anything about, Dottie. Things you wouldn't understand. Things you couldn't understand. Things you shouldn't understand.
Dottie: I don't understand.
Pee-wee: You don't wanna get mixed up with a guy like me. I'm a loner, Dottie. A rebel.
I lived out of the country for exactly one year. Before that year, my favorite color was pink, my favorite past time was playing barbies, and I would always let my mom pick my clothes out. I was 8. That one year, I learned how to ride bike, I learned how to read and write in spanish, I kissed a boy for the first time, I heard rock, I found out what a skateboard was. I fell in love with my family....