’ you go to your favorite dark place, think about the auto-da-fé
unicorns eating baby meat. there’s a dragon rape if you want one.
one’s the loneliest number.
smoke hood melion, female erection.
you fetishize the archetype, you fetishize the archetype. ‘
there’s blood in my hair.
— kevin barnes.
courtney’s thoughts are right and appropriate because of reasons.
“Bad Like Me” by Courtney Love- Bust Magazine, Spring/Summer 1996
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there are these songs that make you feel like they’re actually written for you as a piece of advice, by a kind of unexplored sane part of your brain.
the idler wheel is wiser than the driver of the screw, and whipping cords will serve you more than ropes will ever do.
— fiona apple
i want this printed. this has never been set down before in ink. i lost my virginity in a council house in liverpool, listening to ‘isolation’ by joy division, to a guy called michael mooney, who hung around with teardrop explodes. after we’d done it i went across the road for cigarettes and i had all this blood and fluid running down my legs. real graphic. i want you to print that.
— courtney love.
(Source: loveyourrebellion, via live-through-this)