princess diana of themyscira sits in the cockpit of her invisible jet, wondering of how it should have been with her and clark. she takes a drag, fixes her tiara, and fucking books it to monaco for the weekend to forget her worries. this song plays on her hi-fi, keeping her company.
Tag Archive: dreampop
The xx is a band you don’t want to like, but are so fucking tight you can’t help but listen to them EVERYDAY on your way home from school work. It makes the day disappear, except for that baked-in smell on the subway you can’t avoid. I swear it has to be one particular person. I mean, is that really a common smell?
checking out lowlife’s bittersweet. dreampop is where its at. or is this dark wave? not gothy enough for dw. and definitely missing the synthy beat. good night.
sweet little Beach House, dreaming away my monday work day.
