You’re not your job. You’re not how much money you have in the bank. You’re not the car you drive. You’re not the contents of your wallet. You’re not your fucking khakis. You’re the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world.

eatyourpie:

John DiMaggio telling John DiMaggio to shut up.

egberts:

*goes to a party and awkwardly follows freind around the entire time*

cloudisu:

milkyweii:

phocookie:

Omgdesu

hungry ;-;

floatingiseasy:

Once Upon a Dream by Lana Del Rey

I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream
I know you, that gleam in your eyes is so familiar a gleam
And I know it’s true that visions are seldom all they seem
But if I know you, I know what you’ll do
You’ll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream