She’ll grab your waist and whisper in your ear but six months later you’ll find yourself drunk texting her that you miss her and she won’t respond.
I hate the feeling when you have to say goodbye to someone you want to spend every minute with.
"I’m asking you to marry me. I love you, June. Now I know I said and done a lotta things, that hurt you, but I promise, I’ll never do that again. I only want to take care of you. I will not leave you like that dutch boy with your finger in the dam."
- Johnny Cash
I find it ironic that Coachella is supposed to emulate this hippie aesthetic, but yet the tickets are so expensive the only people you’ll see there are stuck up bourgeois shits wearing clothes even more expensive than the exorbitantly priced tickets that got them into Coachella in the first place.