I’d totally evade droves of hired hitmen to stay together if I found out my love was a hired assassin from a rival agency.
(Source: aseparatepeacee)

Seriously sad about Etta James. “At Last!” was one of the first CDs that wasn’t my parents. It was mine and I loved it so much.
And seriously Lana Del Rey, get the fuck out of my life. I find nothing redeeming about you or your “talent.”
You Drive Me Wild - The Runaways
It’s been one of those weeks where I’ve just wanted to turn this album up and drown out all the superfluous bullshit.
Played 197 times.
Writer’s block, you son of a bitch.
(Source: belonely)
God damn, I love Damon Lindelof.
(Source: fuckyeahlost)
It is 1993, and this will be Michael Jackson’s very first Christmas. It has taken me about five years of talking him into celebrating Christmas at Neverland, because I understood that if you were a Jehovah’s Witness, they don’t celebrate Christmas. When he quit being a Jehovah’s Witness, I said to Michael, I think Christmas is a wonderful way of celebrating love. It’s a celebration of love. And I can’t see Christmas without Michael, or Michael without Christmas. - Elizabeth Taylor
QUEENS.
(Source: twelvevacancies)