Discovered This Song Too Young ೀ

“she was a good girl, he was a bad boy”

BORINGGGG

how about “he was a bad boy and she was…somehow even fucking worse”

i wish i had someone to sit next to the bathtub with me while i unwind from work, their fingers trailing in the hot water, lifting their cigarette to my lips every once in a while as i tell them about my day and they stare at me adoringly.

wish i had someone to stare right back at, and realize that this is love, existing beside someone, undone and unbothered by nakedness and vulnerability. my own hands soaking through their skin and hair as i run my fingers over them and pull them close.

need season one Jim Hopper biblically btw

The Goddess of Spring (1934)

drag queens are angels on earth 💋

Queens of the 1960’s at a private bday party

everything I’d read about Aberdeen made me think it was just like the suburban hellhole I call my hometown, and visiting only confirmed that. the strange thing is that Aberdeen isn’t ugly. it’s not a terrible place, it’s not a dump, it’s not this awful place full of evil people, it’s just not a good place to be if you’re different. my hometown is the same way. my father says that everyone hates the place they come from, no matter where that is, but these small towns in middle-of-nowhere America are a special kind of hell for kids like Kurt Cobain, Krist Novoselic, Buzz Osbourne, Dale Crover, and me. some weird kids hangout under bridges next to salt water rivers and others in old abandoned barns, but all of us dream of getting out.

if they did it, so can I. if they can survive on punk rock mixtapes and drippings from the ceiling, so can I. if they can become something great, if they can turn their pain into art, so can I.

11.27.24