The Story of Today

here's how i'm thinking:

it ain’t me, babe

Go away from my window

Leave at your chosen speed

I’m not the one you want, babe

I’m not the one you need

Girls with their legs crossed, girls with their legs not crossed, girls with terrific legs, girls with lousy legs, girls that looked like swell girls, girls that looked like they’d be bitches if you knew them. It was really nice sightseeing, if you know what I mean. In a way, it was sort of depressing, too, because you kept wondering what the hell would happen to all of them. When they got out of school and college, I mean. You figured most of them would probably marry dopey guys. Guys that always talk about how many miles they get to a gallon in their goddam cars. Guys that get sore and childish as hell if you beat them at golf, or even just some stupid game like ping-pong. Guys that are very mean. Guys that never read books. Guys that are very boring— But I have to be careful about that. I mean about calling certain guys bores. I don’t understand boring guys. I really don’t.

J.D. SalingerThe Catcher in the Rye (via theredsungiant)

(Source: pampille, via theredsungiant)

Moonrise Kingdom.
This movie made me want a pen pal and a yellow suitcase full of books. 
Perfect Saturday night in Paris:)

Moonrise Kingdom.

This movie made me want a pen pal and a yellow suitcase full of books. 

Perfect Saturday night in Paris:)

(Source: frogsfallingfromthesky)