Amethysts. Black amethysts from Asshai, my lady.
"ruby slippers, where are you now?
i wanna go back but i don’t know how.
ruby slippers, what are you good for?
can we make it, make it like it was before?
we’re not in kansas anymore.”
If you never do anything, you never become anyone.
"It fizzes like cherry cola and tingles like kisses on my neck. I think it’s called happiness."
for those of us who can’t go to coachella this year [LISTEN HERE]
lets have phone sex over walkie talkies
"I’ll make you moan, over"
"bend what? over"