I love unmade beds. I love when people are drunk and crying and cannot be anything but honest in that moment. I love the look in people’s eyes when they realize they’re in love. I love the way people look when they first wake up and they’ve forgotten their surroundings. I love the gasp people take when their favorite character dies. I love when people close their eyes and drift to somewhere in the clouds. I fall in love with people and their honest moments all the time. I fall in love with their breakdowns and their smeared makeup and their daydreams. Honesty is just too beautiful to ever put into words.
— (via golderne)
Arctic Monkeys - Valentine’s cards (2014)
The sky grew darker, painted blue on blue, one stroke at a time, into deeper and deeper shades of night.
— Haruki Murakami, from Dance Dance Dance (Kodanshi, 1994)
Well, I wanna know why we’re at four not one?
— Alex Turner - the Hottest 100 countdown (via jamiecookey)