Jolene, sung by Jack White?…hell yes.
i may have the best boyfriend ever. late night, impromptu massage…yeah, i think i do.
love him so much it might drive me mad.
The autumnal air at night…just fucking intoxicating.
Boy, dog, self. Home.
"Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings."
- Anaïs Nin (via standinglikeaguiltyschoolboy)
Come on put a little love here in my void,
He said ‘It’s all in your head,’ and I said, ‘So’s everything,’ but he didn’t get it…