You and I could have a rock and roll romance. We could fuck in our clothes. We could sleep in our pants. And I could crash at your’s, and you could crash at mine, and we could stay in bed 99% of the given time. Leave all the loveless lonely behind. Cause you’ve been searching up and down and all around, and there’s no nice boys in London town, and I can sympathize, cause I’ve been searching too, and I’ve yet to find a girl half as good as you. You’re just not paying attention.
“At the end of a miserable day, instead of grieving my virtual nothing, I can always look at my loaded wastepaper basket and tell myself that if I failed, I took a few trees down with me.”—David Sedaris (via slashedupinsanity)