There is something about Fleetwood Mac that feels inherently like home to me. Like California and the beach and the desert. All places I grew up, and listening to them at the same time.
nature is there. what are those trees if not nature?
(Source: silkscreen, via iggymogo)
Like a prayer.
I can’t believe she’s slacklining. It’s going to stress me.
Nuclear MDNA.
MDNA.
Shit clowns.
MDNA rehearsals.
Shot my lover in the head.