you cant kill energy

Thurston Moore Confirms He Is a Dick

is this what you think I do? in life when I'm not being used. I actually  LET people use me. Oh, the guilt. Guilt and embarrassment. I think somebody licked my face. Could have been a dream. Lately I can't really make the difference between dreams and my drunk daze because those are my only two states of being: asleep or  dazed&confused.

fuck if I ever let a bitch get used to me
fuck weak no respect no chance
wick wick cease and desist when I chant

Is this what you think I do in life when I'm not being used
You're not sad, you look for the blues
I have some news : wrestling the rope from darkness is no fucking life that I would choose

freelance motherfucker

fear
you wear it well

mademoiselle



i'll show you how to leave well enough alone

don't you worry impossible for anything to be a big deal

dont you remember you told me you love me baby

предател

have a nice life!!!
JOKES ON ME

fiasco is the order of the day

man, I feel like A LOSER

I would like to have fun
- what sort of fun?
Any kind of fun, just fun. That's my object in life.
- are you having fun at the moment?
Are you kidding me? No, I'm not having fun at all..

THANK YOU, NEXT XD

only you

I think looking through a viewfinder really helped me look and see, rather than just look. A friend of mine recently said to me, 'You walk down the road seeing fifty things. I just see three.'

isnt this a metaphor for love? if we narrow it down to ONE thing, it's fucking true LOVE

NG: People say they need drugs to create, what do you think?

RH: My experience is that when you’re using, you need drugs to do anything. So, yeah, it makes creativity possible, just as it makes walking down the street possible.

бла бла бла (teaching bitches how to swim)

обичаш звука на гласа си обичам звука на гласа ти i kak proiznasqsh dumite

teaching bitches how to swim in a waterfall, riding scooters and skateboards. beauty and freedom all around, whats going on? you know, this is not real and would be a weird thing to share at thiz point...but may be one day..when we are

аз винаги съм била само от софия и само в софия, кое му е интересното на това/\ всички си обичаме звуковете от собствените си гласове, особено като говорим за себе си на някого когото намираме за симпатичен, разбира се. Чакай да чуеш само лол. Аз правя все наопаки, покрих се и изглеждах като най-голямата сухарка костенурка с малко брейн демидж лол. Социопат. Гледах си в обувките, в стените, в таваните, навсякъде само не и. Гледах и лицето и после се сещах за моето лице в огледалото в банята преди да изляза и колко не ми харесваше с всчиките му неравности и цветове. А нейното беше невероятно равно и гладко и в един добре контролиран тон, преминаващ към по-тъмен на правилните места. И колко сковани жестове имах, заключено някво. И само си мислих как е толкова очевидно, че ми е НЕУДОБНО и не знам КЪДЕ ДА СЕ ДЯНА и не мога да се ОТПУСНА и да съм просто жива и аз. Не се харесвах, а когато започнах да се харесвам, реших, че не ме харесват пък другите сега. Новопридобитото ми самочувствие бе тaka крехко, че ...това заболя хохохох.

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