a "band" that consists of (1) lonely mentally ill teenager with a crappy 30 year old guitar
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i love when the woman in my bluetooth earbuds says connected... yes we are girl <3
reblog if you’ve seen a cow
meme school
hands up in the air big up phil
i'll never forget the day i cheated the system and bought a copy of mario 3d allstars on april 1st, screw u bintebno i'll have my bing bing wahoo another day
can we please stop reblogging that post about david bowie being a p-dophile because he supposedly slept with an underage groupie
the groupie, lori mattix, said in an interview with thrillist that she lost her virginity to him in 1973 when she was 15. but in an earlier interview with paul trynka, she claimed it happened in october 1972 when she was only 14. she also completely changed the narrative, first saying she snuck into his hotel room and later deciding he approached her at a restaurant.
also, according to another ex-groupie, she was confirmed in a relationship with jimmy page in the summer of 1972, well before bowie ever toured in california, where she lived.
he was pretty vocal about his stance against p-dophilia as he wrote “shopping for girls” about child trafficking in thailand, threatened to fire his drummer for sending teenage girls to his hotel room, and refused to perform the kiss scene written into the movie labyrinth because jennifer connelly was 14 at the time.
its good to fact check before spreading accusations as serious as this, especially about an activist who campaigned against racism against aboriginal people in australia, openly criticized MTV for not playing music videos by black artists, and, with his wife iman, donated millions of dollars to various human rights organizations in the third world.
idea: the vine of the guy dropping spaghetti from his pockets and stuffing it back in while crying but it's ringo and his suitcase of beans
Caption This!
Happy thursday everyone
ham sandwiches, and a doctor who dvd
action figures, and a ford galaxy.
movie maker edits, windows xp
yarmouth chips, roller coaster by the sea.
the yellow dsi under sheets at night, and
caravan sounds, through the walls that felt like cardboard
clubhouse breeze, the swimming pool and golf village
days and cupboards waiting, unchanging
the temptations of pushing boundaries so fresh and tangible
that funny little feeling in the pit of your stomach when you’ve just done something wrong.
i can remember most of it, it’s been years since i saw the wallpaper; blue with stars and the other yellow-ish with polka dots
i remember it
yoko ono really said “aaaaAAAAA ah ! ah! awawawa !” and im HERE for it
hey girl im so tired
i love that genre of music from the late 90s that's usually just a woman with an acoustic guitar and her voice cracks a lot (i.e put up a parking lot, ironic - alanis morrissette, etc), it feels very gilmore girls
who the FUCK is trisha delaney???
people use the name of sweet foods as terms of endearment i.e sugar, honey, honeybuns, sweetiepie, but why do they never use savoury food?? like if someone called me their findus crispy pancake i’d fall head over heels
those “bri’ish” jokes really aren’t funny.
i can’t be bothered to type a full set of paragraphs detailing how poor my mental health is, so i’ll keep it short and simple.
i didn’t choose to be born into this country, i didn’t choose to be born the way i did, and being mocked and grouped in with those kinds of people has absolutely done a number to my mental health which has been poor since childhood. it’s affected me so badly so that last year it pushed me to the point of attempting suicide multiple times. i’ve been consistently suicidal and have attempted it a few times over the last few years, but after seeing those kinds of “jokes” my mental state has deteriorated incredibly. it probably seems quite selfish for me to whine about myself and my problems but there’s probably a lot of people out there who are experiencing a similar situation to me with this. we’re all people, we’re all human. and all i ask is for people to maybe stop and consider before mocking people for something that can’t be changed.
the abysmal taste of misery
lay potent on my tongue
bitter lashes of bad breath
pool around my senses.
sweet daylight meets not my minds eye
and fresh nourishing wind avoids me,
only stale stagnant thoughts
and a hint of coffee.
The Beatles running away from Cybermen
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i know the world is a cruel and chaotic place right now but don't let this distract you from the fact that kate bush was only 27 when she released hounds of love