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My fate cannot be mastered; it can only be collaborated with and thereby, be directed. Nor am I the captain of my soul; I am only its noisiest passenger. - Aldous Huxley

March 31st
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"Shelley Jackson’s Skin project, a 2095-word story published exclusively in tattoos, one word each on as many willing volunteers, so it can never be read in its proper order, but just exists, pulsing, out in the world at all times."

March 31st
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8:10 pm


my friend was looking so chic in her fur coat in the metro, my life is like a movie these days, I love it, I love life, isn’t that nice?

March 31st
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March 30th
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10:23 pm

Brokeback Mountain (2005)
What a heartbreaking movie. So many people have described this movie to me as “the gay cowboy one” but fucking hell, it’s so much more than that. It’s so sad and confusing and you don’t know what to feel other than utter heartbreak for these characters and the people around them that they unintentionally hurt. It’s tragic. 

March 30th
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8:39 pm

The Virgin Suicides

March 30th
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8:22 pm

Lea Seydoux.
Movie: La Belle Personne.

March 30th
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8:13 pm

March 30th
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8:10 pm

March 30th
8:05 pm

I think I’m going to buy a little cactus for my room. I love them.

March 28th
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9:06 pm


Wasting My Young Years - London Grammar

March 28th
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March 28th
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March 28th
113 notes
2:35 pm

To Boddah

Speaking from the tongue of an experienced simpleton who obviously would rather be an emasculated, infantile complain-ee. This note should be pretty easy to understand.

All the warnings from the punk rock 101 courses over the years, since my first introduction to the, shall we say, ethics involved with independence and the embracement of your community has proven to be very true. I haven’t felt the excitement of listening to as well as creating music along with reading and writing for too many years now. I feel guity beyond words about these things.

For example when we’re back stage and the lights go out and the manic roar of the crowds begins., it doesn’t affect me the way in which it did for Freddie Mercury, who seemed to love, relish in the the love and adoration from the crowd which is something I totally admire and envy. The fact is, I can’t fool you, any one of you. It simply isn’t fair to you or me. The worst crime I can think of would be to rip people off by faking it and pretending as if I’m having 100% fun. Sometimes I feel as if I should have a punch-in time clock before I walk out on stage. I’ve tried everything within my power to appreciate it (and I do,God, believe me I do, but it’s not enough). I appreciate the fact that I and we have affected and entertained a lot of people. It must be one of those narcissists who only appreciate things when they’re gone. I’m too sensitive. I need to be slightly numb in order to regain the enthusiasms I once had as a child.

On our last 3 tours, I’ve had a much better appreciation for all the people I’ve known personally, and as fans of our music, but I still can’t get over the frustration, the guilt and empathy I have for everyone. There’s good in all of us and I think I simply love people too much, so much that it makes me feel too fucking sad. The sad little, sensitive, unappreciative, Pisces, Jesus man. Why don’t you just enjoy it? I don’t know!

I have a goddess of a wife who sweats ambition and empathy and a daughter who reminds me too much of what i used to be, full of love and joy, kissing every person she meets because everyone is good and will do her no harm. And that terrifies me to the point to where I can barely function. I can’t stand the thought of Frances becoming the miserable, self-destructive, death rocker that I’ve become.

I have it good, very good, and I’m grateful, but since the age of seven, I’ve become hateful towards all humans in general. Only because it seems so easy for people to get along that have empathy. Only because I love and feel sorry for people too much I guess.

Thank you all from the pit of my burning, nauseous stomach for your letters and concern during the past years. I’m too much of an erratic, moody baby! I don’t have the passion anymore, and so remember, it’s better to burn out than to fade away.

Peace, love, empathy.
Kurt Cobain

Frances and Courtney, I’ll be at your alter.
Please keep going Courtney, for Frances.
For her life, which will be so much happier without me.

March 28th
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March 28th
389 notes
2:29 pm


Anthony Perkins, Director Alfred Hitchcock and Janet Leigh on the set of Psycho