enjoy:)

lana del rey could write romeo and juliet but shakespeare could never write “my pussy tastes like pepsi cola”

when someone puts “futile devices” on and suddenly the weather is hotter, birds chirping, it’s June again and you’re reading your favourite book under a shady tree eating fruits, midnight swims every night, going to the beach every morning and getting tanned, crying over anything and everything, falling asleep under the stars, baking every recipe that comes to your mind, riding bicycles and longing for lost love (basically depressed midwestern sufjan stevens summer)