Ok, here we go. Be cool, P Murphs, take it easy.
"Hello, Madam! Do you like music?"
"Well, have I got the band for you! If I could just hand you this flyer- hey, careful now. Wait! I’LL SAVE YOU! Oh, darn these butterfingers.
So… that is a vat of acid then. Alright, bad start- but now I got all the bad luck out of the way.
HELLO, SIR! Do you like music?”
“I used to think I was the strangest person in the world but then I thought there are so many people in the world, there must be someone just like me who feels bizarre and flawed in the same ways I do. I would imagine her, and imagine that she must be out there thinking of me too. Well, I hope that if you are out there and read this and know that, yes, it’s true I’m here, and I’m just as strange as you.” Frida Kahlo.
Then tumblr came along and you could talk to her as the sun sets on her side of the world and rises on yours.
What? Don’t look at me- look over there and conform while you’re at it!
YOU ARE CRYING!
originally by http://cogito-ergo-dumb.tumblr.com/
She’s making that face because she is sooooo sorrry but she totally lost all the fucks she gives.
Guys, you can’t believe everything you read on the internet.
What is happening?
No-SOMEBODY PLEASE TELL ME WHAT! IS! HAPPENING!
You waiting to be David Bowie.
When I die please get the priest to say “funk to funky” instead of “dust to dust”
Request a Goth kids to take their band promo photos on your grave and you are set.
(They’ll come back to picnic every year- it’s like releasing monarchs in your garden.)
Oh poor heart, I was doomed from the start. Doomed to dress the villain's part. I was the gothest Johnny
In the apple cart.
My clothes were blacker
than the chambers of a dead nun's heart. Who's that yonder laughin' at me?
Like I was the brunt of some hilarity.
Who's that yonder laughin' at me?
Well up jumped the tourist and screamed IT'S NOT HALLOWEEN!
Nick Cave, get out of here with your mustache.
I’ve committed no crimes.