"Hey. I hate it when my hands smell like pennies. Do you think we’re too sad for each other? Last night I dreamed the richness of gasoline, ropes of hair, canvas, that dead bird. I mean almost everyone is lonely. Almost no one’s amazing. I know—how about we ride into a time that hasn’t been invented yet. Then we’ll invent music."
— Lauren Ireland, from The Lil Wayne Letters: July 14 2010 (via holdonmagnolia) Do you think we’re too sad for each other?
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