“I have a friend, he’s mostly made of pain. He wakes up, drives to work,
and then straight back home again. He once cut one of my nightmares out of paper.
I thought it was beautiful, I put it on a record cover.
And I tried to tell him he had a sense of color and composition so magnificent.
And he said ‘Thank you, please but your flattery is truly not becoming me.
Your eyes are poor. You are blind. You see, no beauty could have come from me.
I am a waste of breath, of space, of time.’”—Waste of Paint - Bright Eyes (via myronlamb)
My name is Annie and I like boys. I’m also dumb and I have no friends. But my boyfriend is the sexiest man alive, I think he’s awesome and everything about him is perfect. If I could be him for one day and die immediately after, I would do it. Because he’s that awesome. Being him is everything I’ve ever wanted. Okay bye.