*reads a gorgeous line in a fanfic* oh my god. how is this possible. how did they even fucking think of this. the symbolism is spot on. the planets are fucking aligned, everything is one and all and the world is complete, my soul is at peace
are you okay sweetie? you're saying "me and who" while watching the last shadow puppets perform i want you (she's so heavy) at primavera sound in barcelona 2016 again
knowing i’ll never be able to articulate thoughts and feelings as eloquently and as beautifully as alex turner does and knowing i’ll never be able to turn the mundane into the most captivating thing in the history of the world the way he does and knowing i’ll never be able to capture a single moment, the glare of the sun, a flickering stare, a lopsided smile, crumbs on the table at the diner, the way he does makes me want to never create anything ever again