Professional day-dreamer. Art lover. Word appreciator. Music addict. Movie fanatic. I love Lana Del Rey more than I can possibly say and am eternally obsessed with Vladimir Nabokov's "Lolita". David Lynch, psychology, philosophy, winged eyeliner, troubled female pop stars, pastel colors, old Hollywood and pizza are among my favorite things though not necessarily in that order. The gifs and writings you see posted here are my own, I (almost) never reblog. Occasionally, I post on cinyma. I had this dream once, I had been swept away from my boring life and plunged into a life of cocktails at noon, constant sunshine, and parties for which I was carefully dressed by maids and trotted around to impress rich men and dignitaries. I feel I have to stop now because this is starting to get awkward and I don't know what else to put in here anyway.
It’s the mistake you always made, Doc - trying to love a wild thing. You were always lugging home wild things. Once it was a hawk with a broken wing… and another time it was a full-grown wildcat with a broken leg. Remember?