some songs give me a pit in my stomach and hurt hurt hurt
this song i fall in the street to. i miss you and i miss you and i’ll miss you and i love you..ive been drunk for weeks and you and your sad eyes are always on my mind . i dont tell you but i know you read this alllll the time
i met you and i clung to you like plastic wrap and i still do because ive crawled around on every inch of this wood floor. then i went away and —- ill write about it later
i cant see
this songs pretty as you ,i just threw up listening to it. sorry i ate pizza in your bed. sorry i just wish you and your sad eyes would come home glad and look real sad at me. glaze up at me you know how cold i froze this month i wondered where you were but im not sure
you smelled all skunky grey your eyes were red and sad still but no. no tsure.//////….come back to me?
please come home please please please
—No One Deserves To Be Here More Than Me
Transitional Phase - Black Kites
They call it the trap.
“It’s a place to do drugs. Once you up here you’re trapped. You only coming out in a body bag or a police van.”
Takeesha calls it the dungeon. “Cause that’s what it is. On warm days it’s hotter than a devil’s toenail. On cold days it’s colder than a witch’s…
anonymous asked: General wackness of The Beatles aside- all that Yoko Ono hate was racist as shit, right?
By far, Yoko Ono’s greatest creative contribution to the world was breaking up that wack-ass band.