In California, we don’t say “i love you”, we say “Beach beach HOLLYWOOD valley girl GOLDEN GATE BRIDGE socal norcal” which roughly translates too “ur welcome for the In-and-Out, fucktrucks” i think that’s really beautiful
They don’t like you to tell them they’ve made you cry. They don’t like you to tell them you’re unhappy because of them. If you do, they think you’re possessive and exacting. And then they hate you. They hate you whenever you say anything you really think. You always have to keep playing little games. Oh, I thought we didn’t have to; I thought this was so big I could say whatever I meant. I guess you can’t, ever. I guess there isn’t ever anything big enough for that.
— A Telephone Call by Dorothy Parker (via caitlinvee)