I wish you’d tell me what to do. We drank too much, you know. I don’t even know where I am.

(via forget-why)

Stop it, Don. No one’s watching.

nedhepburn:

here is a simple math equation: the more i watch of Mad Men the more i like Betty Draper.

A lot of modern men seem to appreciate a different time. I often hear myself put at the heart of it. I can’t help but wonder if they, like my neighbors, see a facade that they wish to inherit the more superficial aspects of.

My mother wanted me to be beautiful so I could find a man. There’s nothing wrong with that. But then what? Just sit and smoke and let it go ‘til you’re in a box?

Sometimes I feel like I’ll float away if Don isn’t holding me down.

brentgilliard:

This Betty-Glen weirdness is completely beyond my comprehension. I don’t even have an inkling of what’s going on.

Off to google I go.

Oh, what a terrible angle. In my defense, I was just doing some chores when I found Glen in the backyard.