if someone could invent a mouthspray that gives me that happy feeling you get when drunk but without actually making me drunk, that would be grrrrrreat
Life can only be understood backwards, but it must be lived forwards.
Just lonely, baby—doesn’t mean I’m looking for a friend.
I’ve got plenty, I’m still learning how to lay down my life for them.
Don’t want to find yourself alone at thirty-five,
spending half what you make on your car (and hating that drive).
Just crazy, maybe—doesn’t mean I’m looking for a cure.
No matter how different you are, you’re just like everybody else.
No matter how hard you try and fit in, there is no one like you.
You will find you spend a good deal of your life, sitting at red lights
—
The Gloria Record - A Lull In Traffic
*this song is one of the reasons I can’t ever stop playing music (via sweetwolfshirt)
(via aileen365)