It’s 2 am, my first day at college is tomorrow and I refuse to accept adulthood.
9pm / 7am / 9pm
cashmere, cologne and white sunshine
We’ve officially reached that annoying time of year where it’s sweater weather in the morning, but by midday you die from a heatstroke.
have you ever had to restart a song because you spaced out and weren’t appreciating it enough
i hope u find someone that mindlessly plays with your hands and lightly strokes your legs and massages your back and plays with your hair and i hope that u feel like you’re home when u look at them
“i feel u” i say as i begin feeling you. you are soft, like a bunny
“Oxygen gets you high. In a catastrophic emergency, you’re taking giant panicked breaths. Suddenly you become euphoric, docile. You accept your fate. It’s all right here. Emergency water landing - 600 miles an hour. Blank faces, calm as Hindu cows.”
Fight Club (1999) dir. David Fincher