msbadguyy: 60s soul. just. ugh
Here I am: a bundle of past recollections and future dreams knotted up in a...– Sylvia Plath (via dreamfuzzin)
The Beatles Never Existed →
Screw poetry, it’s you I want, your taste, rain on you, mouth on your skin.– Margaret Atwood (via wring-out-the-rain) kill me (via vanswearingen)
Art and love are the same thing: It’s the process of seeing yourself in things...– Chuck Klosterman, Killing Yourself to Live: 85% of a True Story (via 4mbivalent)
So, on my way home tonight
I was listening to the oldies station KOMA (an awful name for any radio station, particularly of said genre). This lady called in to request a song. She asked them to play “You’re My Best Friend” by Queen, and she told the DJ about how she’d lost someone very dear to her that day. I totally just bawled almost all the way home. But it was also a nice moment, in a way.