never let me go
if you love me hardcore, then don't walk away
it's a game, boy, i don't wanna play
Madelaine, twenty, loner, diet coke addict.
Aug 7   ·   2,245 notes



Because I used to play a lot of sport, I’ve always been in decent enough shape. When I used to get asked to do a bit of body work before a photo shoot I’d lie and say, ‘Yeah, I’m going to the gym.’ I literally never did anything.


“Never at any point have I sat down and plotted how I should proceed from here on. As soon as you start thinking about your career as a trajectory—like, as if you’re going to miss out on some wave or momentum—then you’re never doing anything for yourself anyway. Then you’re truly, actually, specifically working for the public. You’re turning yourself into a bag of chips.”

Aug 7   ·   678 notes

So need your love, so fuck you all.
— Me, all the time. (actually this is from a robbie williams song)

Title: Trash
Artist: Lana Del Rey
Album: Unreleased
Plays: 8115

blocpartied:

trash - lana del rey 

Aug 5   ·   1,215 notes


Title: Cornerstone
Artist: Arctic Monkeys
Album: Humbug
Plays: 1847

aplaceforlovelynoise:

Cornerstone - Arctic Monkeys.

Thought I saw you in the battleship
But it was only a look-a-like
She was nothing but a vision trick
Under the warning light
She was close, close enough to be your ghost
But my chances turned to toast
When I asked her if I could call her your name

I thought I saw you in the rusty hook
Huddled up in wicker chair
I wandered up for a closer look
And kissed who ever was sitting there

She was close, and she held me very tightly
'til I asked awfully politely, “Please
Can I call you her name?”

And I elongated my lift home,
Yeah I let him go the long way round
I smelt your scent on the seatbelt
And kept my shortcuts to myself

I thought I saw you in The Parrot’s Beak
Messing with the smoke alarm
It was too loud for me to hear her speak
And she had a broken arm

It was close, so close that the walls were wet
And she wrote it out in letraset
No, you can’t call me her name

Tell me where’s your hiding place
I’m worried I’ll forget your face
And I’ve asked everyone
And I’m beginning to think I imagined you all along

I elongated my lift home
Yeah, I let him go the long way ‘round
I smelt your scent on the seatbelt
And kept my shortcuts to myself

I saw your sister in the cornerstone
On the phone to the middle man
When I saw that she was on her own
I thought she might understand
She was close, well you couldn’t get much closer
She said I’m really not supposed to but yes,
You can call me anything you want

Aug 4   ·   381 notes

Ezra Koenig @ Lollapalooza Chile 2014 (by Tomas Correa Arce).

Aug 3   ·   7,296 notes

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