My feelings about politics and literature and mathematics and the rest of life’s minutiae can only be described through a labyrinthine of six-sided questions, but everything that actually matters can be explained by Lindsey fucking Buckingham and Stevie fucking Nicks in four fucking minutes.

Chuck Klosterman (via straypaper) (via fuckyeahstevienicks)

I mean, yes, but also: Chuck Klosterman managed to get six books published without knowing that “labyrinthine” is not a noun?