Master Of None
Beach House
Master of None by Beach House
Master of None by Beach House
I don’t understand guys. Thought I did, now I’m lost.
Gazing at the rain, I consider what it means to belong, to become part of something. To have someone cry for me. From someplace distant, so very distant. From, ultimately, a dream. No matter how far I reach out, no matter how fast I run, I’ll never make it.
Why would anyone want to cry for me?
” —Dance, dance, dance by Haruki Murakami (via clonazepamm)I hate that people keep reblogging this post http://doggonetease.tumblr.com/post/6143336056 . It has a million notes already.
OH MY GOD. I can’t handle this. Fuck.
holy mother of fuck. so excited that I have cable to tape this.
Second class I miss today. Oh uni.