When somebody loves you, the way they say your name is different. You can just tell it’s safe in their mouth
|—||Lana Del Rey (via hadaes)|
Sometimes I picture myself complaining about my job to some 9-year-old coal-mining kid from, like, Wigan Pier in 1928. He’s in tattered clothes, covered in soot, alternating between coughs and blank stares while I do 20 minutes on how the kitchen fridge doesn’t keep the apple juice very cold.