“That’s the whole trouble. You can’t ever find a place that’s nice and peaceful, because there isn’t any. You may think there is, but once you get there, when you’re not looking, somebody’ll sneak up and write “Fuck you” right under your nose.”—J.D. Salinger (via thechocolatebrigade)
“There was a period when we were the only boys and girls any of us knew… And so, you know, we were all unbelievably horny from about the third film to probably about the end of the fifth; then it all settled down.”—
When we spoke, no joke, I started shedding slutty girls like snakeskin, my collection acquired through shallow misdirection and as I drive tonight, West Coast sky daring me to try, I feel alive tonight, the possibility that I’m your guy. Though I suffer from dyslexia and mild manorexia, my hair cannot commit to one popular genre of music and though they all claim that a girl can’t take boy’s last name or end up divorced and estranged, I’m counting on you.