Every Other Freckle || Alt-J
I want to share your mouthful
I want to do all the things your lungs do so well
I’m gonna bed into you like a cat beds into a beanbag
Turn you inside out and lick you like a crisp packet
Here’s who it’s not okay to share a bed with:
Anyone who makes you feel like you’re invading their space. Anyone who tells you that they ‘just can’t be alone right now.’ Anyone who doesn’t make you feel like sharing a bed is the coziest and most sensual activity they could possibly be undertaking (unless, of course, it is one of the aforementioned relatives; in that case, they should act lovingly but also reserved/slightly annoyed.
Now, look over at the person beside you. Do they meet these criteria? If not, remove them or remove yourself. You’re better off alone.
written by Lena Dunham’s Not That Kind of Girl, is a majorly important book. (via papermagazine)
So won’t you come and visit me when I’m dreaming?
written by Miranda July, No One Belongs Here More Than You (via larmoyante)
I want to book a flight. I want to forget about my worries. I want to see the world.