I think that it’s awful when people misinterpret my being uncomfortable as ‘I don’t want to be here.’ It’s really the opposite — I’m too concerned. I absolutely love it so much. I don’t expect to seem cool to everyone; nor do I want to be. I think that’s the opposite of the definition of cool. So I don’t care at all. It’s like, “you absolutely despise me and you don’t even know me.”
Let’s play a game. Type the following words into your tags box, then post the first automatic tag that comes up:
i’m not fearless.
Took a little road trip and saw Lana this weekend. Probably the most insane event of my life, which says a lot because I’ve done a shit load of events. I won’t even get into the details (you can go read about them over on teamlanadelrey) I had one great moment where she came over to me and took my letter from me. You can see part of the moment in that pic on the right, my friend took it, that’s my letter in corner of the photo. Back home, waiting on that LA date now.
(and yes that’s us sleeping on the concrete the night before)
breaking bad meme: four colors