As absolutely cliche as that song has gotten I would want The Scientist to play at my funeral. Piano only or with vocals. It’s probably the only song I could imagine myself being personified with in a way that everybody could tell, because while not everybody knows I’m as fucked up as I am, everybody knows I’ve had issues with love.
I will wait patiently for you to finish playing video games and pay attention to me. But only because you’re worth the wait.
Johnny Cash’s to do list. <3
I’m not your baby girl
I’ve done ugly things
And I have made mistakes
And I am not as pretty as those girls in magazines
I am rotten to my core if they’re to be believed
|—||garbage, why do you love me (via allmyugly)|
Kisses on We Heart It
One of these things is not like the others
One of these things I’ve used more than the others ;D
|—||Elizabeth Taylor (via perfect)|
We are taught to walk scared late at night. We cradle our keys between our perfectly manicured fingers, walking gracefully like a baby antelope in a herd of lions. That our virginity defines our character. That I am a frigid bitch if I do not fuck him, and a dirty slut if I do.