Films, and such.

listening to: Tiny Vessels by Death Cab For Cutie















All I see are dark gray clouds in the distance moving closer with every hour So when you'd ask, "Is something wrong?" (I'd think) "You're damn right there is, but we can't talk about it now. No we can't talk about it now."

tiny vessels, death cab for cutie

thank you, ben gibbard. for pure lyrical genius.